Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2009 15:57:40 -0500
From: J. M. Vincent <shyoldguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Rape Fantasy

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MY RAPE FANTASY
By: shyoldguy


I was asleep in my room when I heard a noise down stairs. You know how it
is; you wake up, know you heard something, but can't remember what it was.
I knew I heard something. I got out of bed; the floor was cold on my bare
feet. I was naked, I always sleep that way. I fished a pair of boxers out
of the tangle of dirty clothes on the floor and put them on. I could tell
by the way they felt that they were on backwards, so I stripped them down
my hairy legs, and put them on right. I walked out into the quiet hall, and
heard the noise again. I thought I heard a voice. Not really believing
anything was wrong; I descended the stairs, crossed the living room and
entered the kitchen. I flipped on the light and immediately was knocked to
the floor. I was totally unprepared for that, I think I yelled, but it was
too late. My hands were roughly pulled behind my back and tied with a dish
towel. A dirty wash cloth was stuffed in my mouth, and something sharp was
held against my throat.

"Quit fighting, or I will slit your throat." A rough sounding voice hissed
in my ear. "Is anyone else in the house? Just nod your head." I shook my
head "no".

"Good, you just lay here like a good little boy, and no one will get hurt."
He pulled down my boxers, and used them to tie my feel. I was now lying
naked on my kitchen floor with some deranged guy with a knife standing over
me. "He's kind of cute aint he Bill?" he said as someone else, I guess it
was Bill, entered the kitchen from the dining room. Shit, there were two
deranged men in my house. Needless to say, I was scared out of my mind.  I
started to shake, and one of the men laughed. "Look Luke, the little guy is
scared of us."  The second guy said.

Damn straight I was scared. I heard them going through the drawers and
closets, I could tell one of them had gone upstairs, I could hear things
breaking. I don't know what they would find to steal; I had just graduated
from college, and rented the town house after I got my job. I had only been
working for a month, and didn't own much of anything. They must have
figured that out quickly, because one of the guys, I think it was Luke,
came back into the kitchen with one of my pillow cases, there were, what I
guessed were my worldly goods, in the bottom. You could hardly tell there
was anything in it. This all you got kid?" he asked. I kind of shrugged; I
thought it was a stupid question.

Bill came back into the room. "Well, this was a waste of time." He said.
Luke laughed, and said, "Well, maybe not. We could have some fun with this
one, so it's not a total waste." He grabbed me by the arm and drug me to my
feet, and led me into the living room. He threw me face down onto the large
square coffee table in the middle of the room. He untied my feet; spread my
legs, tying one to each table leg, one with my boxers, and the other with
the phone cord.

If I thought I was scared before, I was terrified now. I had a pretty good
idea what they were going to do next. And . . . I was right. I heard one
guys zipper go down, the other guy sat on the couch facing me; he was
taking his shirt off over his head, exposing his huge pecks, and various
tattoos. He started unfastening his pants, and pulling down the zipper,
while the guy behind me, Bill I think, was trying to force his dry cock in
my ass hole. He was not having much luck, I was so scared, my hole was
sealed shut. "Looks like we've got a virgin here." He said, as he got down
on his knees and started licking my boy pussy. Luke had stripped off his
jeans, and was only wearing his white socks and black boots. He was
sporting a monster ten inch uncut cock. There was pre-cum leaking out of
the folds of extra skin. Man was this guy ready. If his was this big, how
big was the one Bill was trying to force inside me? I knew I was in
trouble, big time.

Bill had lubed my hole with his tongue, and was poking it inside my body,
and then he forced his finger in. I let out a yell. "Shut this slut up
Luke, you know what to do." He barked. Luke picked the knife up off the
couch, and held it to my throat. "I'm going to take the gag out now, if you
make a sound, I'll cut your fucking head off. You understand?" I shook my
head "yes". He pulled the wash rag out of my mouth. Damn, my jaws were
sore. "I'm going to shove my rod in your mouth now, don't even think of
biting me. If you do, I will slit your throat and fuck the hole while you
die. You got it?"  Again I nodded my head "yes" He pushed the leaking tool
to my lips just as Bill plunged his huge cock in my little white ass. I
screamed, and Luke shoved his dick down my throat, stopping the sound
immediately.

I was gasping for air, as he pounded my mouth. Bill continued to assault my
boy pussy, causing extreme pain as the skin ripped to allow his huge tool
to enter my bowels. The pain in my ass was off set by a feeling of
pleasure. He kept hitting that pleasure center deep inside me with each
thrust.  I couldn't believe it my dick was getting hard. Shit!  Luke
started grunting, and shot a huge load of hot cum in my mouth. Well really
it was in my throat, his long cock was half way to my stomach. Bill gave
one hard thrust, his balls slapping mine, and just sort of quivered. He
filled me with his hot seed, and then pulled his cock out. I was so glad it
was over, but . . . it wasn't.

The two large hairy men switched places, and continued to rape me. I could
taste my ass juices, and blood mixed with Bill's cum as he shoved it in my
mouth. His was a shade shorter than Luke's, but a lot fatter. I felt Luke's
long tool enter my wide open abused hole. "Damn bill, I hate taking seconds
to you. You always rip them wide open, giving me less friction." Bill just
laughed. Luke's long tool hit my pleasure spot on the way in and on the way
out, causing my dick to respond, I couldn't believe it, I was cumming. I
was shooting my load on the wooden table top with one cock up my ass, and
the other down my throat.

"Look what we got here, the little fairy shot a load while we were fucking
him. I guess he really wanted it." Bill said. Luck slapped my butt cheeks
and said "You liked that didn't you boy?" when I didn't respond, he slapped
me again, and said, "I said . . . didn't you boy?"

I was afraid to respond, in fact, I didn't know how to answer that. Did I
like it? Luke hit me again, only this time harder. "Answer me ass hole!" he
commanded. "Yes I guess I did." I replied. He hit me again, "The answer is,
yes I guess I did, SIR!"  He said. "Yes sir." I responded. Let's get this
boy cleaned up. They unfastened my legs, and helped me up. There was blood
and cum all over me, and the table. My ass hole hurt when they walked me to
the bathroom. They stood me in the shower, untied my hands, and told me to
wash. They left the curtain open. Bill sat on the toilet, totally naked
except for his white socks, black boots and a black dog collar around his
neck. Luke hiked himself up on the vanity, wearing just his black boots
with white socks. They both just sat there and watched while I washed there
spunk off my ass, and mine off my chest.

When I was ready to get out, Luke handed me a disposable razor from the
vanity, and told me to shave off all my body hair. Bill was cleaning his
fingernails with the huge sharp knife they had been threatening me with. I
really didn't have a choice. So . . . there I was totally naked bleeding
from my ass, a wicked sore throat, shaving off all my body hair. All of it,
under my arms, my chest, my pubes, my arms and legs, even the hair growing
on the tops of my toes. When I was done, they let me dry off and they led
me into the living room again. Luke then handed me a pair of my girlfriends
silk bikini underpants, and made me put them on, as well as a pair of her
high heals. "Now dance for us fag boy." Luke demanded. I just stood
there. Bill got up, grabbed one of my tits, and squeezed and twisted it
until tears came to my eyes. I started swaying my hips, and moving my arms
to keep them happy.

They had me keep dancing as Bill went to the kitchen and came back with a
couple of beers. They sat stroking their meat and watching me gyrate in the
little panties, and high heals. When they were fully hard again, Luke had
me lay down on the coffee table on my back, he took the knife and slit the
crotch of the panties, opening my swollen ass hole to him once again. He
shoved his rod in my aching boy pussy and rode me with my high heal clad
feet on his shoulders. As he was pounding me Bill went behind him and
started rimming his big hairy ass. Luke was moaning, and sweating, his big
body on top of mine.  He continued to violate my hole. Bill finished
wetting Luke's hole and then shoved his meat into him. We were like some
crazy daisy chain connected by throbbing heavily veined man meat. They both
lost control and shot at the same time, and I'll be damned if I didn't let
loose with another load my self. I guess I really am a fag and like getting
fucked. Who knew?

 When they regained their breath, and their eyes started focusing again,
Luke went down the hall to take a shower. While he was gone, Bill bent over
me and started licking the blood and cum off my shattered hole. He moved up
with his tongue, and started licking my tight hairless balls. My rod got
hard again, and he licked up the bottom of my cock ending at the head. He
then went down on my throbbing tool, taking it down his hot slimy throat,
and bobbed up and down on it, I shot another load.

Luke came back in the room, toweling off his biker body, and started to get
dressed as Bill went and showered my slime off his body. "Well fag boy, you
get enough cock for one day?" he asked pulling his tight jeans back over
his black boots. "Yes sir, thank you sir." I replied. He left the top of
his pants open and his large hairy cock sticking out.  "Maybe I'll just
take your sweet mouth one more time. Get over here." I got down on my knees
and crawled over in front of him, took his hot man meat in my mouth and
started sucking. Maybe I was turning into a bitch, because I got hard
again. I couldn't believe it.  I had been a straight arrow before
tonight. I started stroking my man meat right there in front of them, which
wasn't much of a big deal after all they had done to me. Luke and I shot
off at the same time, his hot cum filled my mouth, and mine shot on his
pant leg and dripped onto the top of his boot. "Now look what you did boy,
you better clean that up."  He said. I got on my hands and knees, and
licked my cum off his pants and sucked it off the top of his black
boot. Bill came back in the room toweling off and watching me do this
submissive show for him.

 "Not bad fag boy." Bill said. "I guess this wasn't a waste of time after
all. You decide you want to do this again, just e-mail me and send the
money to the same Pay Pal account you did this time, and we will "surprise"
you again."

"Thanks guys, it was worth every penny" I said sitting back on the couch in
the high heals and ruined panties, and watching them leave. I guess I will
need to call in sick in the morning at work, these guys wore me out.

Well . . . let me know what your think. Shyoldguy@hotmail.com