Note:
Hi everyone! First of all, thanks for all the awesome comments and mails. It truly mean sa lot. Sorry for the veeery long break. I wasnt feeling to inspired for a while and didnt want to bullshit the story. I feel horny while writing these chapters and want that feeling to translate well, so i had to write a few versions before it felt right. Here is the continuation! hope you enjoy it, Faggots!
”Yes, Sirs!” I bark out before i think. I reach for my clothes.
”What do you think your doing, faggot?” One of the hunters asks.
”Getting dressed.. Sir?” I have a bad feeling.
His eyes are piercing me. ”Well, how would we know these are your clothes? You've been naked since we got here”
I swallow shakily. What now?
“This is state owned property. And weve just walked in on a naked faggot tresspassing. For all we know, those clothes belong to the male living here. The only clothing you seem to own is that sock, bitch boy” the hunter nods at my one socked foot. “Youll be coming with us naked”
Fear fills me like the earlier cumshot. I glance out my window. Its still early midday, and the streets are probably active with people by now. The hunter has probably read my mind. He crouches down slightly and speaks softly in a rumbly, terrifying voice.
“Ill throw you a bone, faggot. If your self-conscious about that tiny boyclit, and you should be, ill let you cover up”
My traitor-dick stiffens again. “t-thank you sir”. I reached for my underwear. The hunter puts his big foot on my hand.
“Nah, you'll be covering up with that little sock. Go on.”
My hands are trembling as i remove my sock from my foot and slide it on my dicklet. The gland feels sensitive against the fabric. The hunters laugh at this. “There we go, pull it over the coin purse as well, sissy”. I cup my balls and secure the sock over the sack. Now my dick is hidden in a tiny, white tent. “Thats a good faggot, feels natural, eh?”
“Allright, let's get a move on” one of the other hunters says, apparently losing interest in all this. He walks to the door and beckons me. “Crawl over here, doggy”
I start crawling on my hands and knees towards the opened door. I just pray none of my neighbours are gonna witness this. When we get out the hunters position themselves so that they walk in front and behind me. The rough floor is hard on my knees so i try to talk on my hands and feet with my ass sticking up. Fuck, i feel dumb. Apparently this angle gives the hunters behind me a clear view of my hole cuz one of them says to his buddy : “Look, he's tight, still” and laughs. “Youll have a blast at your physical check with the state doctor, lil guy”.
What the fuck does that mean? When we get to the stairs my fears are confirmed. “Yooo, fag hunters!”.
I look up and see a group of frat dudes that live on my floor. They glance at us and high five each other. They're drunk and all shirtless. “What the fuck is going on? Is that your neighbour Everett?” My tent is getting stiff.
“Yo, is he being detained or sum shit?” My neighbour, Brent, asks one of the hunters.
“Faggot is about to report. He's on duty, guys. No usage today” the hunter answers. “Hell be up for rental soon enough, though”.
One of the hunters places his taser rod against my hole which makes me yelp and start to crawl again. The frat guys laugh as we make our way down the stairs which is really hard on all fours. I sense there are some people in the parking lot by the sounds. I can feel hungry eyes on me as I make my way towards the black jeep. I shiver from the shame and wind on my naked skin. Being surrounded by fully clothed men just makes me stick out even more. Like an obvious where’s Waldo.
“shotgun” one of the hunters says as we get to the car.
“Fucker..” the hunter that fucked my throat chuckles, “guess thats fair, I’ll drive”
They all get in. The shotgun hunter gets in the passanger seat and beckons at me. “Here, boy” he points at the floor in front of him.
“It's this or the roof, faggot. Make your choice” he says and adjusts the seat a bit so ill barely fit.
“Yes, sir” I climb in and sit with my back towards him, facing the road.
“Nope, turn around faggot. Look at me”.
Not again. I remember the cock that just fucked my throat, its still sore. I swallow and shakingly turn around. The car rumbles and starts to move. I look up at the man towering over me. My head is level with the hunter's waist. His massive thighs squeeze my frail shoulders, I couldn't move if I wanted to. They're warm, his body is radiating masculine heat on to me, making me sweat and shiver. I dare to glance at his crotch. His enormous bulge seems to be pulsating with every breath he takes and jumps slightly when he laughs with his buddies. I can't resist, i take a silent whiff of the man. He smells of shower gel and a little sweat. Just from the smell I can clearly picture the cock and ballsack inches away from my lips.
“Damn, he’s staring at your dick print” the hunter in the backseat says. “How the fuck have you hidden your fag-nature this long?”
Fuck, I stared for too long. I don't answer his remark. The shotgun hunter grabs my head and burrows it into his bulge. “Sniff it, bitch boy”.
By those words, something takes over. Without a thought I start to take big whiffs of this man's crotch. I seem to crave his smell, I sniff and sniff, trying to fill my lungs with him. I desperately grab at his thighs, trying to push my head deeper into him. I open my mouth slightly, trying to feel the outline of his thick cock on my tongue through the pants. I don't want to act this way… But my whole body is tingling, I can't help it. Through my blurred senses i can hear a muffled “Fucking fag” followed by a chuckle. I bet they're laughing at how shamelessly I'm filling the stereotype right now. We stop for and for a moment I'm thinking weve arrived. I glance upwards through the opened window and realize we're at a red light. I accidentally get eye contact with another driver stopped next to us in a large truck. I start to feel exposed. I look away but still feel his eyes on me. He flashes a devilish grin when the light turns green and we depart.
“We need gas” one of the hunters say after a few minutes.
“Yeah” the one above me answers, “And i have to piss”.
“Why don't you just piss in him?” the driver asks.
“He's a newbie” he looks down on me. “Ever drunk piss before, faggot?”
I shake my head no.
“He'll have trouble swallowing. If he smells like piss when we get to the center, they'll know we used him. I don't want to deal with all that bullshit. Just turn in here at the station”.
The car slows down and turns. I can feel we're now driving on a rougher surface. We halt and stop. The hunter above me opens the car door.
“Get out, faggot”.
The harsh sunlight blinds me a bit and warms my naked skin. I peek out on the gas station. It's desolate and dry but I can see there are a few trucks parked and probably some drivers taking a break in the shop/cafe. I look up at the hunter, my eyes begging him to let me stay in the car.
“Now.” he forces me out on the ground and follows me. The hunter in the backseat follows suit.
“Be quick” the driver says and turns up the radio.
The Shotgun hunter turns to me as he walks towards the shop. “While i piss, fill our tank, faggot”.
I start to tremble. I look across the station. A few men are sitting on foldable chairs smoking. Some are in their trucks observing me. Our car is positioned in the center of it all, making me feel like naked prey surrounded by predators. Shotgun hunter walks towards the side of the shopbuilding where the urinals are while the backseat hunter goes into the shop. Lets just do it. I start filling the tank with gas. Its going slow. Come on, come on. I can feel the shivers from men eyeing my body. I finish and am just about to go back into the car when a large shadow steps in my way.
“What a sight..” the voice rumbles. I look up at the giant man. The man is tanned, rough looking with a matching beard. He's got massive arms, hugged by a dirty wifebeater. Typical trucker. He flashes an evil smile, revealing a few gold teeth that glimmer in the sun.
“Let me guess.. You tried running, bitch boy?” He says taking a few heavy steps towards me. Up close I see his hairy chest heaving. He smells of beer and sweat. I shake my head.
“you know” he chuckles, “I pass through here often. Each time i tell the shopkeeper he should invest in a free-use-fag to hold at the station”
I swallow. I glance past him to the car. The face fucker hunter has dragged his cap down, seeming to sleep. I look towards the shop to see if the other hunters are on their way back to save me. Instead I see a bunch of new strangers seeming to close in on us.
“And then you just turn up, in nothing but a lil clit tent” when he says this he flicks my socked dick so that it bounces. I moan involuntarily and he grins.
“Im on my way to the center!” I stammer. “The hunters are bringing me in themselves, im not official yet!”. I try to walk past him. He grabs my arms in a surprisingly swift manner and nails me to the car. The sun has made the metal hot and it burns my stomach and balls. I'm honestly thankful for the sock at this moment. He pushes me hard and holds me there.
“You think I don't know what the hunters do, sissy?” He locks my arms, making my attempts to flee futile. He presses his body against mine. His clothes against my naked skin makes me feel even more exposed. The other men start to sneer and catcalls are thrown in our direction. “I was THE faghunter” he growls in my ear, making me shiver. “after a while, id broken so many faggots, they gave me a promotion”. In one motion, the trucker wraps one muscular arm around my neck, preventing me from breathing. Then I feel it. His large hand is spreading my cheeks. I panic but it's too late. A thick finger is being rammed into my ass. I try to resist but he is stronger in one arm than I am in my entire body. He penetrates me with an ease only found in an experienced Fag Hunter. My feet leave the ground, making his finger my only support, and its going deeper.
“They gave me a job at the medical center. They brought me in specifically to widen faggots with unusually tight cunts. Faggots like you.”
His finger slides deeper and deeper until… He reaches something. All of a sudden my eyes feel glazed and want to roll back. Pleasure and fear takes over my entire being. My body seems to shiver and vibrate against the hot metal of the car. My back automatically arches and my knees bend as if trying to let him in deeper.
“there's that clit..” he whispers into my ear under his breath. He forces it deeper, pushing me further up against the car. My moaning is out of control. My dick is raging hard and is being squeezed between the car and my belly. I feel like I'm about to cum.
“Fuuuck..” I whimper as this trucker is now adding another finger.
“They used to call me the cunt maker. Turning boy cunts into proper, sloppy pussies” he massages the spot inside me, working his way deeper and sort of aiming for my bellybutton. “I have to say, seeing a boy's face go from scared and nervous to a hot, flustered and watery look was better than the salary. Being the state Doctors right hand was only the best excuse for me to destroy, use, and humiliate scrawny little bitch boys like you”
He removes his fingers and jams his enormous thumb up inside me, pressing against that magic spot in me with full force. I start moaning louder than ever but he forces his fingers inside my mouth and janking my head back. I start drooling all over his hand. His friends are only meters away so he whispers very silently right into my ear:
“Between you and me. I've been to those state officials meetings. Ive heard what they say. The truth is, I know the system is rigged, boy..”
I freeze. I can't move from the position he has me in. Im locked, staring terrified into the eyes of the men approaching, staring at my body. Laughing at my now wet tent.
“...the unfair nature of your situation. The impossible standards. The “very special notification cage” I helped develop. I've seen it all. It's all designed to break you” he growls in my ear. “And what really makes my cock hard, faggot, is seeing how badly you boys are naturally starting to crave it now”
Wh..what the fuck is he talking about? Is the system based on lies? Am i even a faggot..?
“I.. i dont believe you..” i whisper back. The trucker lets out a booming laugh, his belly shaking me from behind.
“youre trembling soon-to-be pussy says otherwise, Jake..”
“Hey, what the fuck do you think youre doing, faggot!”
The voice of one of the hunters breaks my thoughts. He barges towards us. “I gave you a fucking task, are we taking a fucking break now?”
I start to squirm under the arms of the trucker. The trucker speaks very fast right into my ear now. “If you dont believe me, then try this, little faggot. You're about to meet a state issued doctor at the center. I know them all. Try mentioning that you've met the Cunt Maker, the name is Buck. See how he reacts and then decide if I’m telling the truth or not”
He then releases his thumb from my hole with a wet pop sound. I fall to the ground like a squirming mess. I look up at the approaching hunter. Buck walks away.
“Sorry, mate. Faggot begged for it” He says to the hunter. The hunter walks past him and towers over me.
“Begging to get used, faggot?” he growls. “fucking up our work schedule?”
I panic. “N-no Sir. I promise i wasnt..” I try to get up but he pushes me down with his large foot on my chest. I slam against the dirty ground. We hear cat calls from the men around us.
“If you act like such a sniveling slut already, maybe taking you to the center wont be necessary after all. Should i just let these men rape you?”
I stare at him, shaking my head desperately. I can see a smirk form in his eyes.
“Yeah..” he whispers, “I think we might..”
Just as I'm about to pass out a large noise is heard from the direction of the restrooms. Everyone's attention is dragged towards the noise and I get to breathe out for a bit. I look as well. Shotgun Hunter is back, he's holding a struggling young man. He looks terrified.
“Whats going on?” the hunter above me shouts.
“We got a runner” shotgun Hunter responds, shaking the boy a little. He tries to break loose but the hunter is obviously stronger. He shoves the faggot towards the others. “I was pissing and heard the fuckers cage in one of the stalls” he laughs and looks at the terrified boy. “Faggot nature exposed your hiding spot, eh?”
The boy is shaking violently as he looks around at the men. This is bad.
“Should we take him to the center with this one?” the hunter above me asks.
Shotgun Hunter looks at the nervous boy for a sec. “Nah, he seems to have the wrong dresscode, somehow got rid of his eartag. Who knows what he's tried to do with the cage. I'll have to assess the situation a bit here first. You guys get moving”
The hunter above me rips me to my feet. “Move” he says under his breath and pushes me into the car. The driver Hunter seems to wake up by this.
“Were leaving?” he says sleepily.
“Yeah” the hunter answers while locking my hands behind my back. “Falcon is staying behind.
Falcon? The hunters always get badge names after different predators.
“Stay put faggot” he says and slams the door.
As we drive off i try to turn to see whats going on outside with the runner faggot. He's on his knees now, apparently removing his shirt, surrounded by at least ten men double his size.
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