No Rest at the Rest Stop

This is a true story written to the best of my memory as it happened years ago. Exactly when this occurred I do not know as these were repressed memories until very recently.

It is graphic and contains non consensual male on male sex including oral and anal so please don't be offended. It was suggested by my therapist it might help to write about it.

I was sitting on a curb taking a break on a cross country motorcycle ride. Off to my left were two men walking my way. They said hi as they passed and seemed polite enough. After reaching the end of the sidewalk they proceeded into a cut grass field, ahead of them a tree line.

Still sitting on the curb I saw that they were headed back. They stopped and began chatting about nothing really. Just a polite conversation. They didn't have an accent so I didn't think they were locals. After just a few minutes one of them changed the subject and said he was armed and that I was to act like we were friends. Everything was just a setup.

I stood up and did what I was told as I had seen the pistol. Both were in their early to mid forties which made them a little older than myself.

I was reminded to act cool as we walked into the same tree line. A few steps into the brush and into a small ravine I was told to stop. It was a perfect spot to not be seen. When standing only a portion of our bodies were visible and the view of the parking area was excellent.

It all began quickly. The armed man stepped back a few feet as his friend told me that he wanted a blow job. Not what I wanted to hear but I hadn't been beat on yet. I thought maybe they'd each get off with my help leaving me humiliated but with my teeth intact and no new holes.

The first man looked me in the eye's and said get on your knees. He dropped his pants pulling out his cock. He stroked it as he took a step forward stopping in front of me. He rubbed it against my mouth then began to push until I had no choice but to accept his now erect cock. Slowly he started as his friend watched it all.

He put his hands on the back of my head which forced him in me further. I was sucking as I was told. I was just being a whore who wasn't fighting back.

I was treating him like the best friend he ever had wanting him to orgasm so it would all just end. He would pull his cock out then put it back in again, each time I would think he'd be getting off soon. What was it going to be like? He apparently wasn't even close to finishing with me.

He told me to stand up and drop my pants. I had my riding boots on so my Levi's didn't make it down very far and removing my boots was a several minute ordeal. Bending over was difficult but I was soon in the position with my forearms against the edge of a red clay ravine. How painful was this going to be? I began not to care. I was simply surrendering to protect myself. I should have fought but instead I chose to be submissive.

I was bent over staring at the dirt wall of a ravine looking at the grass blades growing from it waiting for his fucking to begin. My pants were down as far as they could go and my shirt was pulled up by him. As I waited I thought how innocent nature was compared to what was about to happen to me. He applied some lube to us both by rubbing his cock up and down like he was painting my entrance. I had to help guide him into me as he was hurting me with his attempts. It didn't take long before I began to feel his penetration. I was helping someone rape me but it hurt far less. It's still something I haven't forgiven myself for.

At first I wondered what was happening. It was about that time he pushed and went in all the way. It still hurt but just in a different place deep inside. It had broken both my physical and mental barriers though. As a grown man I began to tear up some. I was being sodomized by a stranger while his friend watched waiting his turn.

He would reach around and stroke me. I wasn't enjoying it but I was getting a hardon and I knew his friend saw my arousal. He would keep saying how me becoming erect was proof I enjoyed getting fucked. I was humiliated beyond words knowing it was obvious I was erect during it all. I wasn't enjoying any of it but there was no denying I was getting as hard as he was.

All I felt was the dull presence of him inside me. Sometimes he would take it out entirely and then run it back in me. He told me to spread my ass so he would have a better view. I grabbed my ass and spread as far as I could for him. There I was again, assisting in my rape. Mentally gutted!

His body hit the back of mine and it seemed to never end. I don't remember the feeling of him climaxing inside me or any other feelings of him getting off but I knew he did by his moans. He pulled out and I soon felt it all running down my leg as I began to pee almost uncontrollably. It was, and still is disgusting.

I hadn't forgotten about the man who had been watching me being raped and wasn't long before I realized he hadn't forgotten about me. He handed the gun to his now satisfied friend as he came at me for his share. This man was physically and mentally abusive. He was in charge and he didn't have a problem letting me know he had in mind. Nothing could have ever prepared me for it all.

As the next man approached he never stopped looking at me and he wasted no time grabbing me quickly and forcefully. I was looking directly at the man who would be raping me next. It was his turn now.

He told me to masturbate in front of him as he watched. As he was removing his pants he was telling me how I would enjoy him so much more than his friend. It was humiliating beyond thought jerking off and getting hard, worst of all in front of them both. I was again told it just showed how much I was enjoying being gang raped.

He went behind me and started running his cock around where his friend had just been. I was a mess and he knew it. I kept thinking he was about to start but he then got in front of me, forced me onto my knees and told me suck him clean so I could taste myself and his friend. It was horrible!

When he thought I was done he lifted me up and spun me around, I felt him against my entrance but he just stayed there. I was to beg him for a fucking while I was told to continue masturbating for them. My complete humiliation was his game and he was very good at it. I didn't say anything thinking he was going to do it anyway when he gripped the back of my neck and said 'beg'. I began asking him to fuck me, multiple times.

He grabbed my hips and was in me all the way with one big thrust. The pain was incredible! Had I not been loosened up from his friend along with whatever lube was still in me I probably would have blacked out a bloody mess. He never slowed down, he just continued with his pounding. He pushed too hard and went in too deep and he didn't care. He wanted me to hurt from it! I already felt bruised deep inside and round two had just begun. I was being raped 'his' way.

He grabbed my wrists and bent me over using my arms as handles pulling me back onto him. I had both feet on the ground, my wrists were behind me being held by his hands as he just kept stabbing me with his cock. It felt like I was being torn apart. He pulled me back up then pushed me over to the same spot his friend and I had been. I had the same view of the dirt and grass as it was about to start all over. My arms were on the bank of the ravine waiting but he had to humiliate me a little more first.

He told me I liked it so much I would have to beg him for more. My feet were kicked apart as he held his himself against my entrance. I said 'fuck me' too many times to count then backed myself onto his cock as he would penetrate me again. He would pull out completely and have me repeat it all over again. 'Fuck me' I'd say as I would put his cock back into me. He took great pride in hearing me beg to be fucked. The pain was intense and it seemed to never stop.

It was obvious when he orgasmed. He was going in me so deep and hard he nearly lifted me off my feet with each push. Like the first guy, I don't recall any sensations but it I knew he had. He stayed in me until I felt him get soft.

EDIT:

I don't remember exactly what order in my being raped by the first two but last night I very clearly remember being raped by a third man. It sounds odd and I can't yet guarantee it happened or if it was just a sick dream. I can close my eyes right now and see it in great clarity though. It's as if I'm ten feet away from me, watching myself on all fours being sodomized by another man behind me on his knees. I can also see the other two standing there watching me being used.

Like what I've written earlier, the memories come back in bits and pieces. I have no reason to think that there wasn't a third man and it just now came back into my memory of it all.

I heard them talking to each other and as I was laying in the bottom of the ravine in the dirt.

I was told by the first man never to mention what happened to anyone or he would ruin my life. I was told by the last man not to move an inch until I saw them leaving the rest area. With my pants still down around my knees and myself in a horrible mess, that's exactly what I did.