The night was a disaster from the very beginning. I should have never gone to that club. Right after we arrived there with my girlfriend, we started arguing. Anne hated the music and smoke, and I hated her attitude. After five short minutes, she walked out on me.
You can imagine my mood for the rest of the night. I was just standing at the bar, pissed off and ready to jump in a fight. I soon had the chance.
I was sipping my drink when I felt a hand grabbing my butt and a rough whispering voice by my era “Hey kid, how about coming in the bathroom with me? I’ll give you a dink far better than that vodka of yours…” I was astonished…First of all, I wasn’t a kid. I was eighteen since last midnight. Secondly, I suspected I would have to take that drink straight from its long meaty bottle…
I turned around and was faced by a man in his mid forties, tall and well built, with a black pony tail. Behind him, was another man, dressed in hackey sweats. He was taller and stronger and looked at me with a look that easily translated: “Boy, your ass is mine…”
I knew I couldn’t take them up on their challenge, so I told them I would call security if they didn’t leave me alone. They looked at each other, laughed and left.
I was angry. Right there in the club, they had tried to fuck me! I went to the manager and reported it. He told me I was right being angry, and that I should file a report with the security. He took me to a nice office and told me to wait for the security officer.
After a couple of minutes, the two men came in smiling. “So you want to file a report, eh? And I thought you had changed your mind about that drink” the black haired man said locking the door. They started stripping and I began to shout for help. “Scream your lungs out bitch, I love boys who yell when getting fucked. Besides, the room is soundproof. Nobody will hear you crying when I rip your ass”.
I panicked. They were naked now, two big throbbing cocks hanging out eager to fuck my brains out.
The blond one approached and knocked me in the stomach, cutting my breath. He ordered me to strip. I obeyed and stood there naked and ready to get sodomized. I was a bit plump, but my body was tight and beautiful. Black hair and green eyes, my looks were hardly those of a sixteen year old. And these two weren’t the first to want to split my tight globes. I had heard much dirty talk, but never even considered homosexual relations.