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This story contains: nonconsent, forced orgasms, oral, anal, anal-licking (NO scat), big dick, gang bang (sort-of), train (as in "run a train on"), victim-blaming.
This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It is not meant to be a 100% accurate depiction of how sex works.
This was originally meant to just be a gay male version of those hentai stories where a woman is molested on the train but the story got away from me.
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Sam managed to hop into the passenger train before the doors closed. He'd made quite a sight dashing across the platform in his kilt but he'd had no time to worry about accidentally flashing anyone. This was the last train headed his way home this evening. He grabbed one of the overhead straps and held on as the train began moving.
He'd just come from a frat party and the evening had not gone well. He was originally supposed to sleep over since it was such a long train ride out to his friend Carl's college. Despite his assurances that his fraternity would be a friendly, non-judgmental crowd, people kept staring at him. At first it was merely annoying. But as the party went on, it went from staring to *leering*.
"Does it feel like everyone's staring?" asked the Carl. "Don't be so self-conscious."
"No, just some of the guys" Sam said, shaking his head. "And not staring like "I've never seen a guy in a kilt before" but "I'm picturing you naked" staring."
"Can you point them out?"
"No, there's too many people in the room and they disappear in the crowd when they realize I've seen them."
"Well, I'll keep an eye out for you. If I see someone try to creep on you, I'll get rid of them."
Unfortunately, none of them did anything that obvious. There were brushes on his arm and back but always when he was walking through a crowd. Sam actually got hopeful that someone was going to hit on him properly but none of them ever spoke to him, not even when they started grabbing his ass.
Later, when Sam was chatting with Carl and a few of his frat brothers, the one next to him, Leo, began staring at his legs. The surprised looks on everyone else's faces told Sam that he wasn't imagining things. Leo was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. More importantly, he was talking and showing interest like a normal person.
Oh, this is promising! I might have to thank Chris for inviting me after all.
"Carl, you haven't shown your friend the house yet, have you?" asked Leo. "Mind if I give him the tour?"
"Oh, I'm not sure..."
"It's fine!" Sam interrupted a bit too loudly. "It's fine; I don't want to take you away from your party and a tour would be fun."
Your friend is hot and I haven't gotten laid in forever.
Sam didn't believe in telepathy but he hoped if he thought that loudly enough, his intent would show up on his face.
"Oh, OK. Sure you two have fun walking around the house during a kegger." Carl was barely keeping the amusement out of his voice.
"This way," Leo grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him towards the stairs.
"Don't wait up!" Sam waved cheerily without looking back.
Leo led him into a bedroom at the far end of the hall and closed the door behind them.
"First and last stop on the tour is my bed. Hope you don't mind."
"It was the only part of the house I was looking forward to seeing."
Leo grinned and unzipped his pants.
"Hey, slow down a bit!" Sam grabbed Leo's hands. "Why don't you let me take care of this?" Sam caught the hem of Leo's tee in his fingers and slid his palm up Leo's warm, muscled torso, taking the shirt with it. "There's no hurry." Sam traced his left nipple, felt it harden beneath his fingers. "I'm about to let you do
everything
to me."
Sam was about to kiss his neck but Leo pushed him away.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Look, I just brought you up here for a blow job."
"Oh," Sam silently berated himself for not expecting this.
He probably wanted this to look like he really did just show me around and he can't do that if he disappears for an hour. But he was so blatant about it earlier, he practically announced we were going to fuck.
"OK, I'm fine with a quickie." Sam reached for him again but Leo stepped away.
"What's wrong now?"
"
Just
a blow job."
"No kissing? You'll suck my cock but you don't want my mouth on your neck or face?"
Leo grimaced. "I'm not giving you a blow job! I'm letting you blow me."
"LETTING ME?!"
Incensed, Sam shoved past Leo of the room ran back down the stairs.
"Hey, Sam, what's wro..."
"Change in plans, not staying the night, call you tomorrow!"
Sam didn't bother making sure Chris caught all of that before storming out the door.
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Sam stood on the train silently fuming.
LET me! Who the fuck does that prick think he is?! I suppose I should be grateful for the fact that he was foolish enough to actually tell me he wasn't going to reciprocate at all.
Sam was in the middle of a dry spell and that had done nothing hips for his self-esteem.
It's been months since anyone has shown any interest at all. No dates, no sex...is there something wrong with me? I'm fit: I have visible muscle definition without being bulky. Short and pale but I have dark hair and some people like that look. People say my green eyes are striking. I'm not ugly...but apparently I'm not attractive either.
The train stopped at the next station and Sam moved toward the center of the car as some passengers left and new passengers boarded. As the train lurched forward, Sam stumbled backward into the man behind him.
"Oops, sorry."
The man grunted and put a hand on his waist. He gave Sam a little push to help him get up-right but instead of just removing his hand, he let it slide down his thigh. Sam frowned, but decided to let it go. The train was crowded and it wasn't worth kicking up a fuss if it didn't happen again.
But it did happen again. The stranger behind Sam kept putting his hand on Sam's waist at every slight jostle or bump in the train ride. Each time the stranger's hand would linger, each time it would stroke him before moving away. Like the other party-goers earlier, the stranger got more and more touchy.
Sam felt frustrated and embarrassed. Frustrated because he knew publicly accusing this dude of molesting him wouldn't be taken well and Sam didn't want to start a fight. But he was embarrassed because the touching was making him excited. What was wrong with him? Did he actually like being felt up in public? He began to panic when his dick started to stiffen.
Oh no, this can't happen here!
Most men would in this situation would only have to worry about their erection being noticeable. Unfortunately, Sam has a condition where he produces a lot of pre-cum when aroused. It made puberty Hell but it wasn't really a problem when he got old enough to exercise some control. Now he was faced with the possibility of ending up with a visible wet stain on his clothes! He needed to get away from the man molesting him.
Sam tried to move away, but the train car was suddenly very crowded. Where had all these people come from? Was everyone just pushing into the same spot?
The stranger, as if sensing that Sam knew he was trapped, began blatantly molesting him. His hand was alternating between rubbing his thighs and squeezing his ass. Sam would swat his molester's hand away with a hissed, "Knock it off!", only for the stranger to chuckle before putting his hand back on Sam. A particularly bad bump sent Sam backwards again and this time the man behind him wrapped his arm around Sam's waist.
"That's not..." Sam trailed off as he realized he could feel the stranger's erection pressed against his ass.
"Get off!" Sam tried to pull the arm away from his waist but couldn't get it to move at all. It was like trying to move steel. When he hit the arm with his fist, all the stranger did was chuckle. Sam was pretty sure all he accomplished was hurting his own hand.
"Hey! Help me, this guy is a pervert!" No one responded. Sam looked around and realized no one was even looking in their direction. "Help me, PLEASE!" The stranger began humping Sam's ass and Sam realized that this wasn't going to stop at getting felt up. He tried to reach the cord for the bell and the man behind him grabbed his throat.
Sam froze with his right hand halfway to the cord. Any embarrassment over his situation was wiped out by cold fear. The molester grabbed his right wrist and squeezed it painfully.
"OW! Please stop!" The stranger let go of his hand but didn't move the hand on his throat until Sam's hand returned to the overhead strap. The stranger hummed in approval. Wrapping his arm back around Sam's waist, the molester slid his hand between Sam's legs and began rubbing his dick while humping his ass.
"EEEH!" Sam bit his lip and tossed his head back as the stranger stroked his hard length. "Please, don't!" The stranger reached under his kilt and grabbed his underwear. Yanking them down, he let them puddle at Sam's feet. Sam's face flushed crimson. He was torn between not wanting anyone to see him like this and wanting someone to intervene so this would stop. There was a rustle of cloth and metal behind him and then the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
"No, don't do this! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME!" But the crowd not only didn't turn around, they all moved away.
