Thomas' Rape

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In the morning, though sore from having been fucked rough by the four cops, after showering, Thomas put on his shorts and T-shirt and went out for a run. He had to clear his head and keep it together, despite the bizarre twist his life had taken. He went out the front door of his apartment building.

“Long time no see, baby.” There were the three men who raped him and the van, the scene of his degradation was parked in view. It was like a nightmare as he flashbacked in his mind to the events of a month ago:

With three grown men inside of the van, space was tight. Thomas shuddered at the sight of a stained mattress in the back. He yelled as his shorts, underwear and T-shirt were ripped off, tossed aside and he was thrown onto the mattress. Thomas watched in horror as the men undressed, one of them taking a gun out the pocket of his jacket and putting it down on the floor. They were each in their 20’s and muscular. One was shaven-headed and the other had long dreadlocks. They each had a cut big black cock and full swaying balls.

 Thomas was forced onto the mattress and was now sandwiched between the two men, embarrassingly even his own notable seven and a half inch cut dick was hard. One of the men lit up a joint, took a toke and handed it to Thomas. “Have a hit baby, it’ll help you get in the mood” he laughed. Thomas robotically accepted. He was no druggie but had partaken before, this was killer weed and he became buzzed as the joint was consumed by the nude trio. 

 “We just want some fun. We won’t hurt you, much. You’re going give us what we want, and then you can go. Now, I’m guessing that a fine white boy like yourself hasn’t sucked dick.” 

 “No! Please! I can’t do that!”

 “Sure you can. There’s a first time for everything. We’ll take it slow, baby. Now, cover your teeth with your lips and open your pretty mouth real wide.”

 Thomas felt a hand behind his neck begin to ominously squeeze it. He got the message, that it was hopeless. Then he felt the hand firmly pushing his head toward the dreadlocks guy’s cock.  

 Thomas’ handsome creamy face was now obscenely stuffed with and contorted around a big black cock, which he was learning on how to suck dick for the first time. “This isn’t happening!” he thought. “That’s it. Lick it all over…” The taste and smell of that THING made him nauseous. “That’s it baby, really get under the head with that silky tongue. Sweet. Now put my balls in that sexy mouth. Yum! Now start all over again…”  

 Thomas continued using in mouth in ways he’d never imagined. “You’re getting me close baby. Oh yeah! I’m gonna nut.” The gagging Thomas felt his throat being flooded with his assailant’s thick burning semen. His mouth being filled with such a large organ, he had no choice but to gulp down that vile substance as he choked. “Damn, you sure got the hang of it!” Thomas felt like vomiting. The dreadlocks man was so not chatty, simply shoving his dick in Thomas’ open mouth and began fucking his face. Thomas involuntarily developed a rhythm to receive the member that was being thrust in and out of his mouth, using his newly acquired oral skills to pleasure it. 

 Thomas heard the ringtone of his phone. The shaven-headed man reached into the pocket of his shorts on the floor and pulled it out. “He’s kind of busy right now, ma’am. Oh, ok. I will. Have a nice day. Hey, Christine wants you call her back when you’re able to” laughed the man. 

 As he continued sucking his second cock ever, Thomas heard and saw the doors of the now parked van open and a third stockier man with a crewcut entered. “How’s it going honey?” Thomas retched as the second man came in his mouth. The now nude third man had his dick in face and Thomas sucked him to completion as well.

 The three men manhandled the thrashing Thomas, but it was futile. Sickeningly, and no doubt due to the excitement of the situation, Thomas saw that all three men’s dicks were hard again despite his having just sucked them all off. Thomas was now held by two of the men on the mattress in an perverse version of downward facing dog which he knew from yoga class. His tender ass was on display, and his hard dick and balls flopped in the air. 

 He heard the squelching of a bottle being squeezed, then the queasy sensation of his asshole being drenched with lube. One of the men holding him put a small brown bottle to his nose. He inhaled without knowing what it was and was jolted by the overpowering sensations it caused. 

 “No! Please! Not that!” Thomas babbled as his virgin ass was penetrated by a cock, the worst thing that ever happened in his life. He inhaled more vapors from the little brown bottle. He heard the sound and felt the sting of his ass cheeks being slapped. There was the agony of his insides being violated by a man’s cock and the sickening pain of it having been shoved all the way in. That was soon replaced by the torture of feeling it being rammed in and out of him. This was really happening! He was getting repeatedly fucked up the ass accompanied by the sound of laughter and jeers. “Damn, that pussy is tight! He sure sucks a good dick! White boy’s loving it, see how hard his dick is! I’m gonna nut again!” He belonged to them and was their bitch. 

 Then, there was the horrible fiery wetness inside of him as his rapist came. He endured this disgrace again, as the next rapist took his turn. Thomas was fascinated that having been broken in, this second fucking didn’t physically hurt as much, though mentally it was unbearable. How would live with himself after this humiliation? By his third fucking, he knew what to expect and how it would feel.

His consciousness was altered from the weed and poppers, and that heightened the experience, it was all painful had a strange dimension. Most shocking and confusing to Thomas was his own perpetual erection and the awful yet pleasurable fact that he had two overwhelming orgasms during his rapes. He saw the puddles of his cum on the mattress and was further disgusted. “Hey look, this bitch nutted!”

 The three wiped themselves off with a towel and got dressed. One them opened the van’s doors. The other two picked up Thomas and pushed him out.

“We can either do this now or we can come back when your girlfriend is around, maybe she’d like to watch. It’s up to you.” Thomas was psychologically defeated, his spirit was broken and so he walked into the van. A month earlier, the idea of having sex with men was unimaginable to him, now it was becoming a sick routine. The docile Thomas silently joined the three men in undressing. He again sucked each of his master’s dicks and was fucked by each of them, coming twice.

“You’re gonna be taking our dicks on the down low steady now. No use running to the cops again. See you around.” Thomas cleaned himself up and put back on his underwear, shorts and T-shirt. He walked out of the van as if nothing unusual had happened.

Though sore, soiled and disoriented, Thomas defiantly began running. He showered when he got home, dressed and went to school for a full day of classes and studying.  

That night, he sat at his desk like the lawyer he was learning to be and wrote out his options which were not good. Going to the authorities was pointless. Transferring to a new law school in a different state would be disruptive, awkward and difficult. He was doing so well and how could explain it to his father who was an alumni? His life was planned for this path. As repulsive as it was, having sex with his tormentors until he graduated in a year and half was the only real option. It would not change who he really was. He was strong and would get through it.