I looked straight into his eyes, and they were scary as fuck. As was the cold-assed smirk on his face....that grew into a snarly grin. Showing teeth. That parted to let his tongue slither out. He leaned down to lick at my left tit, flicking it like he was tasting it...then kissing it...then sucking on it...sending fire through my whole body in ways I didn’t know possible...
Until the fatherfucker bit it. Hard. Broke the skin. And the beauty of the moment turned into howling pain and I nearly lost control of my breathing.
He pulled back, my blood on his lips, that fucking smirk returning to his face...and his hands tightened around my neck. His body molded to mine, as much as it could. Crushed my dick and balls under his weight as he pumped into me.
The phone cameras kept recording.
And the other guys kept jeering him on.
Faster, Eddie! Fill him up! You can make him cum! Look at his dick! He loves it! He’s a great boy, isn’t he! A fuckin’ whore! Fuck him faster! Harder! Fuck that ass! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! Come on, Eddie!
He followed every fucking one of their fucking taunts and demands. Slammed into me. Harder and harder.
Shit! I love to fuck, but this wasn’t anything like that. This was some fatherfucking son-of-a-bitch doing his best to tear me in half. And I couldn’t fucking stop him. My hands were bound above me. The rope around my torso dug into me, keeping me from even twisting away from him. Four of the others held my legs up and slapped the cheeks of my ass as Dave knelt above my head and used his knees pressing against my shoulders to prevent me from riding along the table as Eddy’s dick shoved in like a fucking battering ram. He even reached down to pinch my right tit, leaving the bloody one alone, the little fuck.
I caught glimpses of the phones still recording. Getting near. Backing away. Evey fucking angle they could and...and...
It fucking hurt! I was fucking losing it. Careening into some kind of chaos that might get me or one of these fatherfucking assholes killed.
His face neared mine.
His eyes locked on mine.
His bloody lips caught in a grimace of joy.
Closer.
I don’t know how, but he fucked me harder and harder.
And the jeering was louder.
More hands were smacking on my skin. On his skin. Like his ass, maybe. Pushing him more and more.
And he fucked me and he fucked me and he fucked me and he wasn’t going to stop because his hands were tight around my neck and it was hard to breathe and I knew that actor had felt the same thing because Eddie’s fucking dick had been hard in that jockstrap and the poor kid probably wondered if he’d signed up for a snuff film and now here I was in the same situation but worse because I was going to die and I had to end this...now...now...now...
So what could I do but smack my chin against his nose?
He yelped in pain and blood poured out. Everyone gasped and howled. He jolted back to standing and his dick pulled out of me. He used his shirt to wipe his blood off. A couple of the guys tended to him, ignoring me.
But my only concern was that I could breath, again, and that his fucking dick was out of me.
And for a moment, the others were more concerned with Eddie’s bloody nose than holding my legs. So I kicked up as best I could and slammed fucking Eddie in the chest. He stumbled away from me, his dick flopping around.
I managed to hit another of them...I think No Chin...before the others got control of my legs and I got punched in the sides a couple times. But I never took my eyes off that little fuck.
And I sent as much hate to him as I could.
“Turn him over,” said Vance. “Tie his legs to the table.”
The rope around my chest was removed and I was flipped like a pancake to be face down. The rope was tied around my chest area, again, and my legs were bound spread eagle to the table’s legs.
Needless to say, my well-fucked ass was very available, now.
Then I heard Vance say, “Ronnie, milk him.”
“Huh?” Ronnie was very erudite.
“Get under the table and milk him.”
“But the table’s legs’re in the way and...Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Fuck.”
I could just see through the slats of the tabletop as that juice junkie climbed under the table, sat on the inside of the legs and reached through the spacing to take hold of my dick. I wasn’t hard, but he still pulled on it and felt it up like I was. The phones moved in to watch him as he stroked me. And tickled my balls. And played with the head of my penis. Grasping and caressing me in ways that, despite everything, started to bring back my need.
And made me think...and I swear this is for the first time...rape can be good fun. I know I’d used rape to get even or punish guys. But that was before this. Now? Now I’m thinking every fucking one of these fatherfuckers thinks rape is just another way of having sex. Of having fun. And they thought I was enjoying it.
Well...I had to admit...I was beginning to. Consciously beginning to. Because if I made it out of this alive, I was going to show every fucking one of them how glorious it could be.
“Okay, Eddie,” Vance said. “Your nose better?”
“Yeah. It’s stopped.”
“Then get back to work.”
I felt the fatherfucker position himself between my legs. His dick was hard and bumping against my cheeks. His hips pushed at my thighs, left then right. He mauled my ass for what seemed like forever, then he rammed himself into me and got back to pumping.
Like a goddamn fucking dog, he went. Humpity-humpity-hump-hump-hump. I expected him to get caught inside me and start howling at any second.
And the taunts and howls of support to Eddie kept on...roaring into my ears. A pack of hyenas ready to feast on the carcass they’d just stolen from the world.
What Eddie was doing really hurt. Not just my ass but because there was no cushioning against the rough edges of the picnic table’s boards and they were digging into my hips. The chipped paint on the tabletop was scraping my tits, tearing at the bitten one and making the intact one dance with pleasure as something about all of this pain started adding to the sensations screaming through me.
Which only grew louder when he wrapped his hands around my neck, again, and squeezed so I could barely breathe. But this time he kept me at arm’s length. So chance of a repeat nose-smack.
FUCK!
Instead, I did what I could to speed him up. Clenching and shifting and adding to the sensations it sounded like he was feeling...considering his grunts and howls and repeats of Yeah, baby...good fuckin' boy, baby... as Ronnie kept pulling at my dick.
Then started sucking on it.
And Dave maneuvered himself to under the table to join him.
Between the two of them stroking me and licking at my balls and sucking at both of them and caressing my inner thighs, I got hard, again. Then harder...and harder...and slowly...slowly I began to approach the final moment, again.
And now...what made it even better? I was loving it. Loving every fucking second of it. The pain. The slaps. The tearing of my flesh. The fire racing through me. The screams from my heart and soul. I was an animal lost in lust and didn’t care what happened so long as it was after I’d reached the pinnacle of orgasm...
Which I could feel coming.
Pun intended.
Then Eddie wrapped an arm around my neck, like he had done with that actor, and squeezed. Tight.
“C’mon, boy,” he snarled into my ear. “Load your dick with all the cum you want to shoot. Get it ready to go. Do it, boy. ‘Cause mine's gonna drown you, in a second. Fill you to your bain, you little fuck. Waves of it. Toering waves and...and...I'll do it again and again...”
That motherfucking son-of-a-bitch. He’s lucky I was tied down. I’d have ripped his tongue out. Then cum down his throat to mingle it with his blood.
I let go of all control of my dick, completely, and in seconds I felt this massive wave of beauty nearing me with impossible strength and chaotic need...and when I fired my load, both Ronnie and Dave yelped in shock. I managed to clench even tighter around Eddie and despite his no-no-no-no caused him to let loose inside me. He howled and fired over and over before pulling out and hit my ass with another stream. Two times. Three.
I hoped the fatherfucker was pleased with himself.
Vance was. “Okay, cut,” he said. “That’s it for this part.”
Eddie smacked my ass three...four times before backing away as Ronnie and Dave crawled out from under the table. Both wiped their hands on my torn sleeves.
“Did you get it?” Vance asked.
“Perfect,” said some other guy.
“Good. Now...who wants him to give them a blow job?”
“You fuckin’ kiddin’?” I think that was Dave speaking, considering the direction the voice came from. “He’ll bite it off.”
“Don’t be silly. Remove the gag.”
Dave and Ronnie did so. The rag was soaked and, since I’d used it to clench tight on during the worst of the pain, my jaw was aching and my throat was screaming at me. But before I was able to muster up anything more than a sqweaky, “Fatherfuckers,” my mouth had been pried open and a dental spacer put into it.
“Still scared?” I actually saw Vance say this. “Tie his hands behind him.”
The rope holding me to the table was cut, as was that around my wrists, then my hands were forced behind me and bound, again. Finally, I was guided up to a standing position by the Silver Daddy in a way that was tender and kind. My legs remained tied to the table.
“I gotta pee,” said Eddie.
He climbed onto the table, knelt before me and smacked my face with his dick. Then he took aim and pissed straight into my mouth.
Now I’ve never been one for water sports. Tried it; didn’t like it. But this time I had no choice. His piss tasted like peanuts and splashed down my throat. I choked and shook my head and it spewed everywhere, so a couple of the guys held me in place and he finished then smacked my face with his dick a couple more times.
"You were a thirsty boy," he sneered as he climbed down.
No Chin took his place and we went through the same ritual. Though with his, I’d have suggested he see a urologist. Because it was rank.
The only ones who did not pee into my mouth were Dave and Silver Daddy.
“I already took a piss,” Dave said.
“I didn’t agree to that,” said Silver Daddy.
When the last two were done, Vance said, “Okay guys. Cut him loose. Drop him by the tent.”
They cut away the ropes around my wrists and legs and removed the dental spacer. I collapsed forward on the table, so Ronnie lifted me back cradled me like I weighed nothing...then carried me to the tent and let me drop just outside its door. I wound up in a fetal position.
I heard them all laughing and congratulating each other for their find and fun, so rolled over to see them walking away, slapping each other on the back. Followed by two of the phone boys, still recording, while two others focused on me.
Then Vance appeared, saying, “Okay, that’s enough. Get back to the van.”
They shrugged and left.
When everyone was gone, Vance crouched beside me. I couldn’t focus so he made me look at him. “You’re mine, now, Rett. All mine. I told you that you weren’t smart. I’m uploading this, and from now on you’re nothing but another porn actor. No matter what you say or claim. You want a job of any kind? You come to me like a good boy. And I’ll keep you going. You run away or try to go around me, I will crush you. Even if all you do is go to work for Lowe’s or Walmart. This will do it. Backed up by some of the things recorded while you jacked off at your desk. You’re mine now, you stupid little fuck. Get used to it...boy.”
As much as I hated that last word, I could think of nothing to say.
He showed me my phone. “I’ve wiped everything you recorded in your place, including off the Cloud. Nice video of Nicholas, but I can’t use it and don’t want anyone else to have it.”
He dropped the phone beside me.
“You should have known better than to try and take my property from me.”
He dumped the clothes I’d been wearing at the party next to me, and rose.
“We’ll talk in a few days. Lay everything out.”
Then he walked away.
And I still did not move. Couldn’t. Not from the pain but from the realization that my entire world had just gone through a seismic shift of epic proportions, and I wanted time to let it settle into my very being.
But then I had an oh, shit moment.
Ben and Liam.
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