*If you don’t like a bit of violence or rape (Stop reading now)
**My first attempt at this story wasn’t passed on to a few other sites and was reported, I tried to soften it a little:
The Story:
Rolling the dice
After yet another night at Zayne’s and a safe journey home, I lay on my bed thinking.
I laughed to myself, about when we were back at school. It’s funny looking back to then. I was like the super cool dude, who played school field hockey, and Zayne was my lackey. He was this slightly nerdy, girly, or queer dude, that I also used to belittle with my cool friends but outside of school, I hung out with.
I couldn’t have imagined back then I’d be the one willing to give up my soul, just for cock and to become some dude’s bitch. Now he’s the super cool guy and I’m his little bitch. The worm of time has turned full circle.
I have gone from being a straight-edge type of guy to a bona fide queer in just over a year and a bit. Also, I had lost my self-confidence but was slowly becoming less and less fearful of what people thought of me now.
I couldn’t give two fucks if you didn’t approve of my life choices. Maybe this is how junkies think. of what I was becoming.
Maybe I always had this in me, but it took Tiffany to let it out. She’s the one, who introduced me to the joys of anal sex.
*
Two days had passed since I last visited Zayne.
For the next few weeks, this became our routine, wait by the edge of the park, dressed all girly. Zayne would text me, “Home, CIC” (Coast is Clear), meaning he was home and his mom had gone to work. We would drink, smoke, and play video games for half an hour, before drinking, smoking, and fucking until after midnight.
To my knowledge, she didn’t know, or she kept it to herself.
*
So, for the past few months, I had been fucked regularly in the ass by Zayne and by Jess.
When I visited Jess, we would hook up and fuck several times a day. Then later, we would go out to that same gay bar as before. I wasn’t the same cautious guy I was when I was there several months ago. In the company with Jess, we would frolic around just like two gay kids It was much more fun to be able to let loose out of town than it was inside my suburb.
Each time I visited Jess, a little bit of my manhood eroded. Due to this fact, I was able to shop around and experiment, with make-up, grow my hair, dye my hair, and look around and buy different clothes and shoes. It was my getaway to freedom, and I was able to evolve without someone I knew spotting me.
Over the next six months, I no longer suffered from anxiety about being spotted and called out for being queer and loving cock. I think people knew I was gay or bi, by how I walked, acted, and by the clothes I wore, and now with the make-up.
At home, sometimes times I would be fighting with my patience and dress up early, waiting for Zayne’s texts.
I’d sometimes walk through the park, sometimes I would walk around the park during daylight hours, dressed like a girl. I’d rarely chanced my luck in the park once darkness fell. Even though there were patrols inside the park, they knew better than to enter the area where the gang was.
It usually was around after 2:00 AM that I had to choose to either walk through the reserve or around it. I’d be dressed like a girl both ways but walking a little worse for wear on my return home, after an evening of gay shenanigans.
*
This very night/morning, I was walking home from Zayne’s place, with two to three loads of cum inside my ass. I redid my make-up and tied my now longer purple and blue hair in pigtails. Then put on my girly clothes, this time there was no mistake, they were girly clothes. I wore a tartan mini-skirt, knickers, tan ankle boots, a pink sports bra, a denim vest, and my black beanie. Then, kissed Zayne goodbye, then started my trek home.
There I was oblivious to the world around me and buzzing on cloud nine, from smoking weed, drinking shots of vodka, and six hours of frolicking with Zayne. I was tired and a little worse for wear and the look of a girl.
Well, I imagined I was.
For several weeks now, I had cut through the park by where the thugs hung out, with no dramas. They saw me, watched me walk by, like a pack of wolves, but did nothing.
I had been mixing it up, by walking through or around the park, depending on the time and how sore I was.
Today it was a bit later, about 3:15 AM. Although I knew it was stupid to walk anywhere when it was dark and gloomy. Walking through this park when it was dark and gloomy, was especially stupid and spooky. The park after dark, had a bad reputation for violence, muggings, animal attacks, and rapes.
At night, other than the thugs, there were owls, wolves, and wild dogs. I met none of them but would hear strange noises but see nothing.
I still took the risk and for six months, I had ridden my luck and walked the track, through it. Also, going through the park, and on that track cut twenty minutes off my journey home.
After a trouble-free six months, I had become a little complacent and ignorant of the dangers within.
*
Today by 3:30 AM, there was a bit more fog than usual. I wished I had dressed a bit smarter, as it was cold now, and I was shivering. So, I hugged myself tightly while walking slowly, and as I walked my legs were closer together. I had started to get walking like a girl down to a T, and my butt would wiggle while I walked. My boots clip-clopped and echoed, as I walked on the paved track.
So, here I was shivering on the edge of the park. At first, I hesitated then proceeded to enter the park.
I had a 6th sense feeling, that I should take the long way home today. My instincts were ignored because it was very cold.
If I carried a bag, I could have stored a wallet or a purse inside it. I’d have money or cards or even ID, and I could have booked a taxi or an Uber if I carried a phone.
I didn’t, and I travel light, so I didn’t get mugged.
All that was on my mind was that I wanted to get home as soon as possible. My pride and that little bit of manhood I had left in me, prevented me from thinking rationally.
The buzz from all the weed we smoked, and the shots of spirits started to fade. I was on cloud nine, thinking about all the sex we had.
So, I entered the park grounds and off I went. Immediately I clip-clopped, as my boots hit the pavement and into the void of fog.
Within a minute or two of entry, I felt something was wrong. I realized that visibility was poor and the only lighting I saw was in the distance. My mind was starting to play tricks with me, and I swore, I heard a noise. I felt a sudden chill run down my spine, not from the cold but like someone walking on my grave.
So, I stopped and looked around as I sensed something was behind me. In dead silence, I saw nothing but started assuming a wolf was tracking me.
I cautiously continued my journey. Then after about 30 yards, I swore I heard something again. So, I suddenly stopped to look around. All I saw was fog and darkness. So, again I continued my journey.
I started walking a little faster as I headed straight to the illuminating light ahead, which was near the picnic and restroom area. Also, it had lighting. Clip-clop I continued.
Then just before I reached that area, again, I heard a sound again. I stopped, but this time it sounded more like birds or people whispering. Again, I turned to look, and again I saw nothing and heard only silence. Was it in my mind?
When I reached the rest area, I stopped and took a break for 2-3 minutes. While there, I started thinking. Why would there be people out, at this time of the morning, in thick fog, and after 3:00 AM?
So, I turned around to continue my journey when I heard snickering or laughter. Once again, I looked around behind me. It went dead quiet again.
I then had a real hard look through the fog to vaguely make out at least two maybe three silhouetted figures. Panic started to set in.
Now my heart started to pace, I was dressed like a chick, and something was following me. My instinct was to run, as I thought I would be in a pickle if they caught up to me.
Nothing good ever happens in any park around the world, at around 3:00 AM.
So, then I decided to not wait and put some distance between myself and whoever was behind me.
The problem was, as I turned around to run, a near-naked female appeared from out of nowhere. I stopped on the spot, which was another bad move.
She greeted me with a stiff arm, and then immediately followed through with a wild clothesline. Tiffany floored me in an instant. I landed on my back and was stunned.
I lay there stunned, which gave my stalkers time to catch up. They then grabbed me by my shoulder and arms.
When I regained my senses, the first thing I noticed was her leather calf-high boots and her ripped-up denim skimpy shorts. My eyes followed her body upwards. Then as I looked up and noticed her opened vest jacket, which revealed her bare tattooed tits.
Then, as I looked up toward up face, I snapped my head in shock. The woman in front of me was, Tiffany.
“Tiffany?” I said, looking up in shock. She had gone through some sort of transformation since I saw her last, but then again so have I.
The new Tiffany was now sporting a new hairstyle, her old curls were gone and replaced with straightened jet-black hair with dark blue streaks through them. She had some tattoos and wore dark lipstick with dark eyeliner, she looked slutty as all hell.
There she stood with this angry duck-faced glare, with both hands on her hips, with one slightly slumped lower than the other. Then as she walked towards me, her vest flapped open and revealed her breasts.
Wasn’t she cold? I thought as I looked down in embarrassment, I was freezing, and she was nearly naked.
Before I could do anything say anything, the two hooded black dudes that held me twisted my arms behind me. Just enough to make it feel like my shoulders were about to pop from my joints.
A third guy soon joined us and stood by Tiffany’s side.
Tiffany then put on a fake smile, before performing a 360-spin kick to my head.
Again, I was stunned, this time I was left staring up at her tits and into her eyes. Her gaze was full of hate as she looked down at me.
“Faggots, pay the toll,” she said. That’s when they dragged me behind the restrooms and shoved me to the ground, where it was darker. I sat on the damp grass, knowing too well I was in big trouble. They all started to remove their clothes, while a barely clothed Tiffany strutted up to me. She gave me a sick smirk, then squatted down towards me.
“I see you’re still taking my pills, and they are working a treat,” She smugly said. Then I thought she was going to kiss me, but her expression changed, and she slapped the snot from my face. Her slap rocked my marbles, a little. Then she walked away.
“Ok boys, he or she is all yours, and this one, loves cocks,” she said and buttoned up her vest, and strutted away. I watched her hips swagging from side to side until I lost her in the fog.
“It matters not if you scream, no one will hear you,” I was told.
“Oh, in case someone does, you won't leave the park alive,” I was warned.
I looked around and all I could see, were three naked tattooed black men, with another who just arrived. Resistance was futile.
*
I had given up the fight early and accepted my predicament. When a large cock soon thumped the top of my head, I looked up at it. All I saw was a large set of balls and a large cock. I opened my mouth and accepted it.
Even though I had already submitted, one of the guys crept up behind me while I had a cock inside my mouth. He put me in some sort of submission hold, while my clothes were swiftly removed.
I was compliant and knew I couldn’t fight against four big and muscular black men. So, I was at their mercy or be damned, four on to one wasn’t a battle I’d win.
In the meantime, the guy fucking my throat had a strong grip on my ponytailed hair. It happened to help him slide his cock in and out of my mouth, without any effort. It was so big it stretched my mouth and jaw wide open. His cock was so fat and big, that it was hard to get air into my lungs.
I thought to myself, if it was hard to go down my throat, it will be even harder inside my ass, I thought he must have been 9-10 inches big.
The thug holding me, released his grip because the guy fucking my head told him to. Then he decided to leave me alone once I was positioned on all fours.
I quickly accepted my predicament and played their game.
Soon, I noticed that there were a few more guys around than before, and they all had their cocks out and watching me suck cock.
While I sucked on cock, somebody, or somebodies, were groping and probing my ass, as I felt hands and fingers.
One of them sat on my lower back and numbed it by bouncing on it like I was a fucking pony. On the plus side, he also gave me some warmth.
“What the fark?” the dude fingering my ass, said.
“Holy shit, this faggot has been fucked already,” the dude fingering me, yelled out, as cum started to slowly trickle out my ass.
They caught me out, that my ass had already been filled with Zayne’s cum.
That’s when they all broke out in laughter.
As if that was an open invitation, the group suddenly became eager, and like a pack of hyenas, those thugs circled me. A fight broke out about who fucked me first. I couldn’t do much about it, I had to accept my fate.
Without any compassion, the cock in my mouth went wild and was now fucking my face like crazy. All I could do was drool, and gag, with tears running down my face.
Laughter was all I could hear from these thugs.
It was only a distraction, for the guy finger fucking my ass, had now forced his fist inside me. It made me grimace and my cock twitch. I knew for a fact that I was in for one hell of a fight to get home in one piece.
The guy with his fist inside my ass started to slowly move it deeper inside. It made my cock stand to attention.
I felt humiliated in front of over half a dozen well-hung thugs watching and waiting, while a big cock slammed in and out my mouth and a fist ripped my asshole apart. With all the pain, fear, and constant gagging, tears ran fluently from my eyes.
I was helpless to do anything about it but let it happen or feel the might of the pack.
If my manhood had not already been taken some time ago, it would have been today.
I soon felt more shame, in front of all these guys, when the guy fisting me started to pump his fist faster inside me. All I could do was start to imagine that it was his cock and not his fist inside me, then it happened. It was then I ignored the humility and lusted for him to fist me until I cum.
There I was surrounded by naked gangbangers, with a cock face-fucking me, and with another guy’s arm inside my ass, while I was squirting load after load.
It was all they needed, they now circled me like wolves, joisting amongst themselves to be the one to breed me first. It was like vultures fighting over scraps of rotten meat on a dead carcass.
“Oh, dude if you can take a fist, you can take my cock,” I heard someone snicker out loud.
“Wait, my cock too,” another said.
“White ass faggot loves it, now take some of my juice,” the guy fucking my face growled at me.
Then in no time, he forced my head down to his groin and buried his cock inside my mouth, as it twitched and started to cum. I had no choice but to take it and swallow his nasty seed. Once he’d finished, he pulled out, and a few squirts splashed across my face and hair.
It was then that the arm in my ass was slowly withdrawn. It exited with a pop, as it did, I couldn’t help but let out a moan before then slumping down into the grass with a thud.
My ass was pointing skywards and my face downwards, as if praying to the Almighty. A breeze blew into my gaping ass, making me shiver briefly.
While in this position, I rubbed my tiny puffy tits, and erect nipples and panted and gasped for air before pushing myself up by arms and proceeding to dry reach, before snot, drool, and cum, flowed from my mouth.
In one way, I felt relieved to be able to breathe again but I knew that this was just an intermission.
While catching my breath, the thugs mingled around, like guys at a B-B-Q.
*
I was left alone, as my mind raced back to memories about that New Year’s Party, Tiffany, Jess, and that gay bar, and then of Zayne.
I tried to stand but stumbled instead, and then slumped to the ground in a heap, and as I did, I let out a fart. I couldn’t control my ass, it all felt numb.
To them, it might have seemed I was a little reluctant, but in fact, I had accepted my fate. In truth, I had accepted my fate, even before Tiffany had left. It was either, be willing or be brutalized, and then suffer the same fact anyway.
*
Playtime was over, as a guy came towards me. He slapped my bare ass, before then caressing it, it felt soothing and warm. Then he entered my gaping ass with his cock and went about fucking me.
I still felt numb from the fisting, but it felt good and even made me feel turned on by how he simply saw me there, and bingo he just entered my ass. I was more compliant now and relaxed.
I had thought the battle with the cock between my lips was over until I looked up and a new cock was now presented to me. I raised myself from the ground by grabbing the guy by a knee and reached up and clawed at his cock, to use as leverage to climb towards it.
The guy fucking me was slamming into my ass and brought tiny groans and moans out of my dyspneic-like breathing.
While I began to stroke the cock in my hand, he positioned himself to get a better angle to feed my mouth. Once I felt he was, I reached out and grabbed a hold of his hips, and then began to play with his cock with my tongue.
I licked his cock like ice cream and sucked on his shaft. That was until he got a bit impatient and held his cock stiff as if to motion me to eat it.
I took a gulp and inside my mouth it went.
By now I think the wolves around me and more joining them. They knew after the third or fourth load inside me, that I was a fanboy for cock, and not the captive they thought I was. I was in awe of all these dudes and their big cocks, they all made Zayne’s and Jess’s cocks look irrelevant in size comparison.
From there on I went about taking cock down my throat while receiving another in my ass.
There was a crowd of dudes around me dangling their cocks around, within proximity to me. While being split-roasted by two thugs and a crowd waiting their turn, I knew I was going to be soar tomorrow.
Other thugs stood around shaking their cocks about, all watching me being abused.
Then, suddenly, one of those thugs lost patience and walked up to my left side and prompted me to play with his large cock.
This started something, as another dude wanted the same on my right side. So, there I was sucking cock, getting fucked up my ass, while jacking two cocks, with a crowd watching it all unfold.
In no time I had the two cocks in my hands, glistening with pre-cum and sloppy, like bars of soap.
I was so turned on, I started to cum from all the attention, I couldn’t help it.
Then after two hours, I started to cramp up, with several loads of cum inside my ass and down my throat.
So, my face and ass were filled with the cum by all these thugs, then I was left in a heap. I was spent and barely coherent, as I lay face down and trying to catch my breath.
There I was on the grass, naked, cold, and tired.
I was given a brief respite, to stretch my calves and walk the pins and needles out of me. Then I had the attack of the cramps and had to stretch out my calves to regain control of my body.
To think that every single one of the thugs had a go at making me their personal sperm bank before my legs started fighting with me.
Then one of the men threw a rag on me and landed on my head. I sat up and wiped my face.
Once I was done and had caught my breath, a cock was presented to me to jack off. It wasn’t much longer before he rolled me over and re-positioned me, onto my hands and knees, and his cock went inside my ass.
Then that same guy that presented me with that rag, was motioning me to start jacking him off now.
I fought back moans, from the sensation of pounding my ass was getting. While jacking off the rag guy’s cock, I couldn’t help myself and put his cock inside my mouth.
In no time, I was there with a cock in my ass, and mouth, and a cock in each hand, and loving every minute of it.
Once the four of them finish fucking me, I was left panting with my mouth open.
*
It seemed to be over when I was left alone. It was enough time to start dry-reaching, and as I vomited buckets of cum, cum blew out of my ass. I couldn’t help myself, farting and vomiting in cohesion, onto the dirty grass.
Then when I thought I had finished I tried to stand up from my hands and knees, dangling saliva, and other muck from my mouth. Instead of standing I stumbled.
*
I lay on my side panting heavily. Then out of nowhere, that soiled rag was tossed at me once again.
“Stay down,” Someone whispered and walked away. I didn’t listen and was up on my knees wiping my face and chin, followed by my chest.
After I had cleaned myself up, I looked around and all the thugs were getting dressed.
As I went to stand up, I was kicked back down. Tiffany was back, she had used a leg and foot to push me back down. When I looked up at her, I noticed she wasn’t alone. In her arms was a very large black man.
At first, I thought it was Shaquille O’Neal with prison tattoos.
(To be continued…)
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