*** Brace yourselves this tale might be a long one. ***
Luckily for us, Zayne's mother hadn't cottoned on to our activities, or if did, she was battering a blind eye to it. I've been sporting several hickey marks around my neck, in recent times, and my walk of shame home at 2:00 AM wasn't spotted. I am surprised no one had questioned me about where my love bites came from or where I had been almost every evening. it's been ages since I had been spotted with any sort of female company, so I assume they thought I had a girlfriend.
In the last six months, I had gradually become less of that macho guy that I had been in the past. Also, I was no longer pretending not to be gay or queer, but I also wasn't openly flaunting it. I was neither left nor right, but certainly not straight.
Each time Zayne and I fooled around the next day I felt like I had torn muscles, my knees ached, also my lower muscles ached, and even my asshole didn't feel right. I contemplated calling an end to our liaisons. Then after 2-3 days away, I'd put those thoughts away, as I'd by now fully recovered.
The moment I walked into Zayne's house, my clothes came off immediately, and we'd then be groping one another before we moved on to sucking and fucking. The smell of pot from his basement was transfixing. We smoked, chugged shots of tequila, and we'd fuck like rabbits, that was our motto of life.
Today was like any other day, so after yet another session of vodka or tequila shots, smoking pot, and fucking, I gingerly started my 4-block walk home. I was still buzzing with four loads of cum up inside my ass, and oblivious to the world around me. After each session, I left for home, like a birthday kid or someone who'd won the jackpot. I no longer felt ashamed, like I once used to. If people thought I was a fag, so be it.
I had a fortnight to decide to either go back to camp or forfeit my return.
As I gingerly walked home, I still felt euphoric and replayed the night in my mind over and over of Zayne fucking me. I felt no shame as I walked proudly toward the park in the thick fog.
Although everything pointed to me as being gay, I didn't think I was. I was not fag, I kept saying to myself, then I responded to myself. If I wasn't gay, then why was I so willing to receive gay male sex? Part of me was still fighting with my conscience, and denial, and part of me found it hard to walk the next day or two.
My imminent return to the camp was nearing and then I will be alone for 12-15 months with no sex, and no friends, so I'd better make it while the sun shines.
So here I was still buzzing from my night with Zayne and in deep thought, as I approached the edge of the large park. I was now, only two blocks from home if I trekked thru the park or three blocks if I went around it, and two blocks from Zayne's place. It was almost 3:00 AM, dark and foggy, but I was eager to go home and to bed.
So, I cut thru the park. Within a minute I felt something was wrong. I felt a sudden chill go down my spine, not from the cold air but like someone walking on a grave. It was foggy and dark, I thought my mind was playing tricks with me, but I still looked around as I sensed I wasn't alone. I saw nothing.
So I went about my journey, all be it cautiously. After I walked another 30-yards, I swore I heard something and again I stopped and looked around. All I saw was fog and darkness.
I then continued and was about halfway thru the park and almost near the restroom area, and some better lighting. Then, I heard that sound again, and this time it sounded like chatter. Was it birds, or was there someone stalking or some people doing what I'm doing walking home from a night out?
I slowed my pace until I stopped when I knew it was someone chattering. When I looked around this time, I could make out at least two silhouetted figures in the fog. My heart started to race as my mind wasn't thinking smartly and panic set it in.
I then decided I better get a move on and get out of the park, as nothing good happens in the park at 3:00 AM.
Then as I turned around to take off, I almost walked into a near-naked female, who appeared out of nowhere.
I took a backward step, as was shocked and surprised. It was then, I noticed her opened vest and her tits, then her torn-up denim shorts, then looking down at her leather calf-high boots. Then I snapped my head up and got the shock of my life.
"Tiffany?" I stuttered. She was now sporting a new hairstyle, her curls were gone and replaced with straightened jet-black hair with dark blue streaks thru them. Tiffany stood there with an angry duck-faced glare, with both hands on her hips, with one slightly slumped lower than the other. To me, she looked slutty as we stared into each other's eyes.
Our standoff was enough of a distraction, for the guys tailing me to catch up and flank me. My focus was on Tiffany when out of nowhere I was grabbed and shoved to the ground. Then someone from behind pounced on me, and before I knew it, I was in a tight headlock.
I was in a chokehold and then swiftly dragged toward the rear of the restrooms, the dark side.
The guy choking me was having fun doing so, in fact, he had increased the pressure around my neck. My eyes were starting to bulge inside my head, and the pressure on my skull was like a hard-boiling egg ready to pop.
I was starting to fade and blackout. A barely dressed Tiffany strolled up and watched on with a sarcastic grin, then slapped the snot from my face. She then leaned down and gave the guy choking me, a kiss on his head, then buttoned up her vest.
"Ok boys, he's all yours, have some fun, this one will love it," she said and walked away, strutting her hips with a swagger. I then watched as she disappeared into the fog.
It was around this time I was warned, if I screamed for help or caused a commotion, that when Tiffany returns, she would lacerate my nuts. That threat was real.
Then the other guy started to disrobe, and all I could do was watch, as I was in a tight choke hold. Then I was injected with something to the side of my neck. Within a few minutes, I felt a warm fuzzy feeling engulf me, then my lights went out.
ZZZZZZZ! I pass out.
When I came to sometime later, the guy choking me was sitting on my lower back and had pinned my arms behind my back, like they were giant wings. I was in a submission hold and couldn't or knew not to fight against it, I was at their mercy. In the meantime, his mate had a strong grip hold on my hair and was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. It was so big it stretched open my mouth and jaw open, it must have been about 9-10 inches long and made it hard to get air into my lungs.
I was still groggy and numb from the jab and unable to move but knew not to resist.
While I was in this predicament, I noticed there were a few more guys who had arrived, and they all had their cocks out. I didn't even realize until now, that someone was jamming their fingers in and out of my ass, thanks largely to the brute sitting on my lower back, who had my arms pinned backward. When I finally realized this, I knew I couldn't do much about it. The asshole pinning my arms back was bouncing on my lower back as if I was a toy pony.
"Shit, the dudes been fucked already tonight, look at this," the dude fingering, yelled out.
He found Zayne's cum. Then suddenly there was laughter among all thugs around me. He went back to fingering my ass, with more fingers, and harder.
Without any thoughts or compassion, the cock in my mouth was now fucking it like a pussy. All I could do was drool, and gag, as tears ran down my face, they didn't care. The prick holding my arms back had a grip like a monster, and I was at risk of dislocation or fracturing my shoulder if I put up a fight. It was all a distraction, as the guy finger fucking my ass, was now forcing his fist inside my ass. That made my cock hard, but all I felt was enormous pain, which I muffled with the cock in my mouth.
I knew one thing for sure, I was going to be in one hell of a fight to get home alive tonight.
The guy with his fist in my ass started to move in and out, much like a slow-moving piston. Tears run fluently as the torture and pain were immense. I was wrapped up and on display too at least a half dozen hung thugs, with my arms and back bent to the brink of breaking, with a big cock slamming in and out my mouth and a fist ripping my asshole apart. Tears ran down my face, with an unknown substance that was injected into my neck running thru my veins.
My manhood was taken before but now I felt shame, as I started to squirt cum, while on display to all these big men with their cocks waiting to breed me. They all laugh and poke fun at the fact that I had cum from being fisted, with cock in my mouth.
"White pussy faggot loves it, now take some man juice," the guy fucking my face said.
Then in no time, he buried his cock inside my mouth as it started to twitch and then cum. I had no choice but to swallow his nasty seed. Once he'd finished, he pulled out and squirt three times into my face and hair.
I thought being used at that New Years' party was bad enough, but I felt degraded and ashamed of myself.
It was then that my arms were released and the arm in my ass was withdrawn, I slumped into the grass with a thud, and I hyperventilated for air. I was left dry reaching and gasping for air, with my ass pointing skywards with snot, drool, and cum, flowing from my mouth. In a way, I felt relieved to be able to breathe again.
While catching my breath, the fix was racing thru me. Whatever was in that needle, made me groggy and now my feelings started to numb, and I began to accept my fate.
That's when the guy trying to break my arms, entered my gaping ass with his cock and went about fuck me. I was compliant and even felt a bit turned on. While the battle with the big cock between my lips was over, a new cock was presented to me. I looked up at it and I pulled myself up by grabbing his legs and clawing myself up.
The cock slamming into my ass was bringing tiny moans out of my labored breathing. Then I began to stroke the cock near my head, before taking a deep breath and swallowing it. I grabbed a hold of his hips, as his cock went deep inside my mouth. Then I went about taking his cock down my throat.
Every one of these dudes made Zayne's cock look limp, in comparison.
