Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 20:47:35 -0800 (PST)
From: matt gurou <sillydude64@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Room Filled With Toys

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			 The Room Filled With Toys

				    PT1


I was incredibly embarrassed when I walked in to the gym owned by Dark's
dad. Was I embarrassed that I had made friends with a kid named Dark
earlier in the day? Or was I embarrassed at the fact that it was 2:30AM
and I had was now stepping inside a gym to play some basketball? Or maybe
I was embarrassed because when I walked in the gym, I was the only
clothed man out of twenty five men that were in their jock straps sitting
on the long wooden bench that now seemed to resemble my penis.

            I was not embarrassed, I was confused. Dark was no where to
be seen, and the door that I had walked into a few seconds ago was now
closed, and it sounded as if the person who closed it was locking it. It
was just me, twenty five naked men in jockstraps, and a locked door
behind me.

            The fluorescent lights above me were the only things lighting
the room. After all, it was dark...and the gigantic windows were now
covered up. Guess this was a private night? Private was right. I was a
little nervous myself about this place. I wasn't sure why everything was
all weird. It seemed like a perfect stage for rape.

            Rape. I thought about why Dark would want to rape me? Or have
me get raped by these big muscular MEN. After all, I do remember what he
told me in the locker room. He told me I had a cute bum. He giggled a
little, and I thought it was just a joke -- but he never said he was
kidding.

            As I walked towards the middle of the gigantic gym floor I
noted the fact that these guys were all sweaty. As if they had been
playing a sport in the gym or something. I looked around to note any
basketballs, but I saw something better. A wrestling mat. These guys were
here to wrestle. But in jockstraps? Were these guys queer or what?

            As I looked confused and puzzled at the mat, I heard foot
steps come towards me. As they got near, I got more and more frozen. I
was like a statue, when I felt to taps on my shoulder. I turned around to
see a huge, sweaty, hairy man in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but
look at his package...It was gigantic! I was waiting for it to fall out of
the itty jock strap he was wearing.

            He put his head towards my ear, and although I didn't catch
it at first, I knew he was about to whisper something in to my ear.
"Your jockstrap is in the closet. Get ready and be out here -- But
don't take long. Or you will be joined in that closet -- because there
are no locks"

            A normal person would've done something. He would've broken
down in tears, or got extremely angry, or at least try to get out of this
awful scenario. But something about the tone of the mans voice caught my
arousal. It wasn't like I was completely assured that everything was
going to be great when I went into the closet, and when I came out of
it...but there was a little tiny bit of comfort in the mans voice. So I
did what he told me.

            In the closet, I had no problems finding my jockstrap. It was
your standard jockstrap, and I put it on with easy...Might've been a
little too big, but I didn't really mind. It was comfortable. Bigger is
always comfortable than smaller.

            I quickly exited the closet, so that I wouldn't have to deal
with the threat that I was given, and I find all of the men standing with
their arms crossed and their hands covering their crotches.  I heard some
sort of voice (which eventually I registered as Darks) coming from the
ceiling - maybe some stupid speaker thing or something- tell me that I
must pick one of the men to wrestle me. Followed by "looks can be
deceiving" and all of this other bullshit that I sort of blocked out of
my mind. Maybe I should've listened to it, come time to choose the man I
was supposed to wrestle.

            I was about to pick the man, when I realized the fact that I
really didn't have to wrestle these men...Or did I? So I shouted out
"what if I don't want to wrestle?" And I got a reply, from the same
type of voice, "well than you'll just have to find that answer out on
your own, now won't you?"

            I wasn't the weakest rat in the cage, so I decided to do
this task. It's just wrestling, after all. Wrestling in jockstraps. Why
was everyone being so queer? Maybe these men were in the same situations
I am? But it was a bit coincidental that these twenty five men all
arrived before I did, and were all sitting down like they knew what was
going on, when I didn't know what the fuck was happening.

            I picked a random guy -- because I couldn't decide on which
one to pick -- and at first he didn't seem mean, but now he carried a
sort of tough image as he walked over to the mat, like I did. The man who
had talked to me before, introduced himself as Mackenzie. He explained
the rules to me, and they sounded pretty much like regular wrestling.
Than I sort of zoned out through the other half of rules and I think I
should've listened because they had to do with full contact.

            We got into our corners, and Mack did the whole introduction
thing, and explained just some of the rules once more. Than we were off
to wrestling. As I moved forward, so did the man I was wrestling. Next
thing I know, I feel his arm around my neck, and I feel myself going back
on him. I feel something hard on my thigh, and than I notice the fact
that he's wrestling without a jockstrap. Wrost things worst- I'm
wrestling with out a jockstrap. His hairy dick is now rubbing against my
thigh and I'm getting a little bit too homophobic for this.

            I start to get scared when I notice that my neck is hurting
more, and the rock that was rubbing against my thigh was making it's way
up north. I finally got loose. When I tried to run in to a corner, I felt
his hand grab my ankle, and he pulled me backwards. I sat down and than I
saw him pummeling me with his hairy chest and rubbing it all over my
face. I felt his sweat on my face, and I do say that I was getting pretty
hot. Than I felt his nipple brush against my lips. His hand squeezed my
neck real hard, and I was forced to take his nipple in my mouth.

            "You like that boy, don't you? Don't you? Before tonight,
you were an okay kind of guy,  but by the crack of noon, you're going to
be nothing but a used, and abused queer. You got that?" I heard my enemy
now shout at me.

            I took his nipple in my mouth and swished my tongue around
it. To my luck, his nipple exited my mouth, and he moved so that my mouth
was moving down his chest. The happiness of the nipple exit turned sour,
and depressing when I felt something else brush against my lips. His
hard, fat, throbbing penis.

            "Time to turn you into a cocksucker boy, and you better take
this meat whole!" My enemy said in a voice that sounded extremely
uncomforting. But that was not what I was focused on. I was focused on
the gigantic animal that was forcefully moving in to it's new home: My
mouth. Except this little fucker couldn't make up it's mind. In and
out, in and out. I felt it hit the back of my throat. At times I wanted
to gag all over his sweaty meat, but I couldn't. I was afraid of the
punishments I might get. In and out, in and out. I couldn't take this
anymore, I'd never thought I'd ever think this in my life, but I wanted
him to cum. I wanted him to cum so badly, because I knew that when he
came, his animal would become kinder -- and less rough.

            After what seemed like ages, he spurted a thick oozing
liquid. He wasn't kind...either. In fact, almost about a second before he
came, he had moved his penis so that he would cum on my tongue. He wanted
me to taste him. He was marking his territory on my tongue. Or maybe he
did this so that I could spit out this horrible liquid? But there was no
way I could do so, because he kept his fat thing in there until I
forcefully had to swallow.

            The taste was not what I had expected it to be. I was
expecting something foul, and repulsive -- but I realized that I only
thought this way because it's what you'd expect. A thick white liquid
coming from a giant throbbing penis, seems like something repulsive, but
if you were to actually taste it -- you'd think other wise. Or maybe you
wouldn't. Maybe you wouldn't like the taste of it...and maybe this is
just my opinion.

            After the thoughts of cum, I started to think about the fact
that when I had always thought my mouth was only going to be used in a
sexual way by means if a vagina, I was wrong.

            Because after the penis, came the sack. The hairy sack, that
now rubbed up against my sticky lips. I couldn't his sack in, because I
had a small mouth. Or maybe his balls were just enormous? Who knows.
Anyways, this man made sure I did a damn good job by smacking me, and
abusing me. He moaned while I did his ball sack, and than he ended up
pushing me so I fell backwards.

Next I felt his balls on my lips again. I stuck out my tongue, but this
time I didn't taste his sack, I tasted something worse. Before I could
register the taste, I registered the fact that his rosebud was smothering
my mouth and nose. Little hairs that formed up and down his crack had
tickled my nose. I licked his ass, and I was extremely embarrassed when I
heard laughter.

            Had these men been watching the sex acts being performed on
me? Maybe these men were all queer -- maybe Dark was queer. Or maybe
these people were straight, and they just wanted to do this mean cruel
act as a joke?

            While the taste of cum was bearable, the taste of this mans
ass was not. It would be foolish of me to say it tasted good, because it
literally tasted like I was eating shit. Not that I knew what shit tasted
like. I thought that things couldn't get worse. I was wrong.

            Before I knew it, he did the unthinkable. He did something
that made me want to literally scream with anger. He farted on top of my
face, and for the first time in ten years, a tear ran down my cheek. How
could anybody be so cruel? How could anybody make me feel so awful, like
this man sitting on my face, was treating me? I felt crumbs of shit fall
into my mouth and I had to swallow them. While he, and the rest of the
gang laughed. The laughter stung my ears.

            Above the laughter I heard a voice shouting "What a queer"
and other hurtful phrases. As I lay there, on the mat, powerless, with a
giant stink bomb lying on my mouth, and nose...I felt frozen in my own
emotions. Determined to kill the laughter, and the mood. I took my hands,
which were free to move, and I wrapped them around the mans thighs and
wrapped them extremely tight, to the point where he felt some pain. So he
got up, and I hurried up, and I just let out a yell. A long yell. The
laughter turned to jaws dropping, and the man who had just raped me
didn't smile anymore. The ref looked like he wanted to help me, but he
couldn't. I was going to have to take these matters in to my own hands.

            They say a human being can lift a car up when he has enough
adrenalin in him. I had enough adrenalin in me to kill all those fuckers
sitting down. But I didn't plan on it. I planned on getting my revenge,
another way.

            Fucking with, and in me was the worst thing that these
fuckers could have done. I'm going to fuck these fuckers the way they
fucked me over. Their evil laughter would soon turn in to painful moaning
and groaning.

            These men were my new toys, and I was a hell of a lot smaller
than SOME of them. What do you do with a room full of toys? You play with
each and every one of them, until you break them.



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