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MY RAPE FANTASY By: shyoldguy
I was asleep in my room when I heard a noise down stairs. You know how it is; you wake up, know you heard something, but can't remember what it was. I knew I heard something. I got out of bed; the floor was cold on my bare feet. I was naked, I always sleep that way. I fished a pair of boxers out of the tangle of dirty clothes on the floor and put them on. I could tell by the way they felt that they were on backwards, so I stripped them down my hairy legs, and put them on right. I walked out into the quiet hall, and heard the noise again. I thought I heard a voice. Not really believing anything was wrong; I descended the stairs, crossed the living room and entered the kitchen. I flipped on the light and immediately was knocked to the floor. I was totally unprepared for that, I think I yelled, but it was too late. My hands were roughly pulled behind my back and tied with a dish towel. A dirty wash cloth was stuffed in my mouth, and something sharp was held against my throat.
"Quit fighting, or I will slit your throat." A rough sounding voice hissed in my ear. "Is anyone else in the house? Just nod your head." I shook my head "no".
"Good, you just lay here like a good little boy, and no one will get hurt." He pulled down my boxers, and used them to tie my feel. I was now lying naked on my kitchen floor with some deranged guy with a knife standing over me. "He's kind of cute aint he Bill?" he said as someone else, I guess it was Bill, entered the kitchen from the dining room. Shit, there were two deranged men in my house. Needless to say, I was scared out of my mind. I started to shake, and one of the men laughed. "Look Luke, the little guy is scared of us." The second guy said.
Damn straight I was scared. I heard them going through the drawers and closets, I could tell one of them had gone upstairs, I could hear things breaking. I don't know what they would find to steal; I had just graduated from college, and rented the town house after I got my job. I had only been working for a month, and didn't own much of anything. They must have figured that out quickly, because one of the guys, I think it was Luke, came back into the kitchen with one of my pillow cases, there were, what I guessed were my worldly goods, in the bottom. You could hardly tell there was anything in it. This all you got kid?" he asked. I kind of shrugged; I thought it was a stupid question.
Bill came back into the room. "Well, this was a waste of time." He said. Luke laughed, and said, "Well, maybe not. We could have some fun with this one, so it's not a total waste." He grabbed me by the arm and drug me to my feet, and led me into the living room. He threw me face down onto the large square coffee table in the middle of the room. He untied my feet; spread my legs, tying one to each table leg, one with my boxers, and the other with the phone cord.
If I thought I was scared before, I was terrified now. I had a pretty good idea what they were going to do next. And . . . I was right. I heard one guys zipper go down, the other guy sat on the couch facing me; he was taking his shirt off over his head, exposing his huge pecks, and various tattoos. He started unfastening his pants, and pulling down the zipper, while the guy behind me, Bill I think, was trying to force his dry cock in my ass hole. He was not having much luck, I was so scared, my hole was sealed shut. "Looks like we've got a virgin here." He said, as he got down on his knees and started licking my boy pussy. Luke had stripped off his jeans, and was only wearing his white socks and black boots. He was sporting a monster ten inch uncut cock. There was pre-cum leaking out of the folds of extra skin. Man was this guy ready. If his was this big, how big was the one Bill was trying to force inside me? I knew I was in trouble, big time.
Bill had lubed my hole with his tongue, and was poking it inside my body, and then he forced his finger in. I let out a yell. "Shut this slut up Luke, you know what to do." He barked. Luke picked the knife up off the couch, and held it to my throat. "I'm going to take the gag out now, if you make a sound, I'll cut your fucking head off. You understand?" I shook my head "yes". He pulled the wash rag out of my mouth. Damn, my jaws were sore. "I'm going to shove my rod in your mouth now, don't even think of biting me. If you do, I will slit your throat and fuck the hole while you die. You got it?" Again I nodded my head "yes" He pushed the leaking tool to my lips just as Bill plunged his huge cock in my little white ass. I screamed, and Luke shoved his dick down my throat, stopping the sound immediately.
I was gasping for air, as he pounded my mouth. Bill continued to assault my boy pussy, causing extreme pain as the skin ripped to allow his huge tool to enter my bowels. The pain in my ass was off set by a feeling of pleasure. He kept hitting that pleasure center deep inside me with each thrust. I couldn't believe it my dick was getting hard. Shit! Luke started grunting, and shot a huge load of hot cum in my mouth. Well really it was in my throat, his long cock was half way to my stomach. Bill gave one hard thrust, his balls slapping mine, and just sort of quivered. He filled me with his hot seed, and then pulled his cock out. I was so glad it was over, but . . . it wasn't.
The two large hairy men switched places, and continued to rape me. I could taste my ass juices, and blood mixed with Bill's cum as he shoved it in my mouth. His was a shade shorter than Luke's, but a lot fatter. I felt Luke's long tool enter my wide open abused hole. "Damn bill, I hate taking seconds to you. You always rip them wide open, giving me less friction." Bill just laughed. Luke's long tool hit my pleasure spot on the way in and on the way out, causing my dick to respond, I couldn't believe it, I was cumming. I was shooting my load on the wooden table top with one cock up my ass, and the other down my throat.
"Look what we got here, the little fairy shot a load while we were fucking him. I guess he really wanted it." Bill said. Luck slapped my butt cheeks and said "You liked that didn't you boy?" when I didn't respond, he slapped me again, and said, "I said . . . didn't you boy?"
I was afraid to respond, in fact, I didn't know how to answer that. Did I like it? Luke hit me again, only this time harder. "Answer me ass hole!" he commanded. "Yes I guess I did." I replied. He hit me again, "The answer is, yes I guess I did, SIR!" He said. "Yes sir." I responded. Let's get this boy cleaned up. They unfastened my legs, and helped me up. There was blood and cum all over me, and the table. My ass hole hurt when they walked me to the bathroom. They stood me in the shower, untied my hands, and told me to wash. They left the curtain open. Bill sat on the toilet, totally naked except for his white socks, black boots and a black dog collar around his neck. Luke hiked himself up on the vanity, wearing just his black boots with white socks. They both just sat there and watched while I washed there spunk off my ass, and mine off my chest.
When I was ready to get out, Luke handed me a disposable razor from the vanity, and told me to shave off all my body hair. Bill was cleaning his fingernails with the huge sharp knife they had been threatening me with. I really didn't have a choice. So . . . there I was totally naked bleeding from my ass, a wicked sore throat, shaving off all my body hair. All of it, under my arms, my chest, my pubes, my arms and legs, even the hair growing on the tops of my toes. When I was done, they let me dry off and they led me into the living room again. Luke then handed me a pair of my girlfriends silk bikini underpants, and made me put them on, as well as a pair of her high heals. "Now dance for us fag boy." Luke demanded. I just stood there. Bill got up, grabbed one of my tits, and squeezed and twisted it until tears came to my eyes. I started swaying my hips, and moving my arms to keep them happy.
They had me keep dancing as Bill went to the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers. They sat stroking their meat and watching me gyrate in the little panties, and high heals. When they were fully hard again, Luke had me lay down on the coffee table on my back, he took the knife and slit the crotch of the panties, opening my swollen ass hole to him once again. He shoved his rod in my aching boy pussy and rode me with my high heal clad feet on his shoulders. As he was pounding me Bill went behind him and started rimming his big hairy ass. Luke was moaning, and sweating, his big body on top of mine. He continued to violate my hole. Bill finished wetting Luke's hole and then shoved his meat into him. We were like some crazy daisy chain connected by throbbing heavily veined man meat. They both lost control and shot at the same time, and I'll be damned if I didn't let loose with another load my self. I guess I really am a fag and like getting fucked. Who knew?
When they regained their breath, and their eyes started focusing again, Luke went down the hall to take a shower. While he was gone, Bill bent over me and started licking the blood and cum off my shattered hole. He moved up with his tongue, and started licking my tight hairless balls. My rod got hard again, and he licked up the bottom of my cock ending at the head. He then went down on my throbbing tool, taking it down his hot slimy throat, and bobbed up and down on it, I shot another load.
Luke came back in the room, toweling off his biker body, and started to get dressed as Bill went and showered my slime off his body. "Well fag boy, you get enough cock for one day?" he asked pulling his tight jeans back over his black boots. "Yes sir, thank you sir." I replied. He left the top of his pants open and his large hairy cock sticking out. "Maybe I'll just take your sweet mouth one more time. Get over here." I got down on my knees and crawled over in front of him, took his hot man meat in my mouth and started sucking. Maybe I was turning into a bitch, because I got hard again. I couldn't believe it. I had been a straight arrow before tonight. I started stroking my man meat right there in front of them, which wasn't much of a big deal after all they had done to me. Luke and I shot off at the same time, his hot cum filled my mouth, and mine shot on his pant leg and dripped onto the top of his boot. "Now look what you did boy, you better clean that up." He said. I got on my hands and knees, and licked my cum off his pants and sucked it off the top of his black boot. Bill came back in the room toweling off and watching me do this submissive show for him.
"Not bad fag boy." Bill said. "I guess this wasn't a waste of time after all. You decide you want to do this again, just e-mail me and send the money to the same Pay Pal account you did this time, and we will "surprise" you again."
"Thanks guys, it was worth every penny" I said sitting back on the couch in the high heals and ruined panties, and watching them leave. I guess I will need to call in sick in the morning at work, these guys wore me out.
Well . . . let me know what your think. Shyoldguy@hotmail.com