Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2016 09:09:50 -0500
From: Cyanide Torres <cyanidet@gmail.com>
Subject: The Long Way Home

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The Long Way Home
By CyanideT
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When I woke up I felt dizzy and disoriented. Last thing I remembered was
that I had approached Sami at the bar, and though we had barely seen each
other ever since I left for college I knew he would never forget me, try as
he might. I had made life miserable for him in high school so he was
understandably nervous when I suggested he should invite me a drink for old
times' sake since I was back in town for the summer, and he agreed after
some 'persuasion' on my part. I couldn't remember much more after that
other than brief images that flashed through my mind... we kept
drinking... we walked out of the bar together, me leaning my 200 pounds of
solid flesh against his weakling body while laughing loudly about
something... and then... and then?

I looked around. Green was everywhere around me and I was lying on the
floor completely naked. The absence of any clothing immediately raised
alarms on my head, and even though I searched desperately I wasn't able to
find a single piece of clothing; there was only one explanation: that
four-eyed freak had taken them with him. The thought terrified me because
if that had been the case it meant that he had undoubtedly seen... my
little secret.

Ever since I was a kid I've been very physically active, my interest in
sports encouraged by my family: tennis, basketball, baseball... but
football has always been my favorite. I was one of the first ones in my
class to start puberty, and started working out to grow my muscles from
early on.  To me, it was a matter of pride, some kind of sign of my
manhood; I started picking on whoever I thought was the smallest, least
developed kid and even got into fist fights with some older kids while
trying to prove what a man I was. But there was one area in particular that
had not developed like the rest, and that caused me a deep shame that I
kept hidden to absolutely everyone: my penis had not grown significantly in
these years.

It certainly had grown since puberty, but not as much as I had
hoped. During high school, every day after class I locked myself in my room
as soon as I got home, grabbed a ruler and after getting hard I obsessively
tried to find if I had made some progress, waiting anxiously for the day
that it would reach the fabled number '4' in the inches scale. Even today
I'm still waiting for that day.

That was my 'little' secret. At the age of 21 not a single soul knew, not
even my multiple ex- girlfriends, although I acquired fame among them as a
very selfless lover who was a pro in the art of the female oral sex. But
now... that little freak knew. I grimaced, thinking of the face Sami must
had made when he took off my boxers while I was unconscious and saw my
manhood for the first time... I had some consolation in the fact that
because it was flaccid it might had looked like a normal sized one.

Or so I thought! I was surprised when I looked down and saw how hard I
was. Any man knows it's not unusual to wake up with a woody, but this was
something else... I was so hard it hurt a little; my 3 and a half inches
were completely perpendicular to my body and refused to go down despite the
unpleasantness of the situation. The erection was unusual, though... as
unusual as the strange aftertaste in my dry mouth. A foggy memory from the
night before surfaced among my thoughts, that of a weird taste in my
drink. Was it possible that loser had spiked it?

Only then did I really start to realize the gravity of my situation. I was
completely naked in an open field, lost and without any way to contact
anyone. A woody area surrounded me, but I wasn't able to recognize any of
it; the town was surrounded by many green areas and I wasn't familiar with
all of them. A quick check confirmed that my phone was also gone, so I was
on my own with nothing more than an erection on me. I was horrified at the
thought of finding someone like this, I didn't want my legacy as one of the
star players of the football team to be stained like this, I would be
damned if I were to be known as the player with the fun-sized dick.

Nervously, I investigated the surrounding area. Nothing seemed quite enough
to cover my naked body, although I was able to identify my general
location: I was on the lookout on top of a hill on the south side of the
city, which could be seen below my feet. I would have to walk a long way
through an old dirt road to reach the town and then scurry through some
backstreets to reach my old folks place, where I was staying for the
summer, but luckily I would be able to avoid downtown and Main Street, so
that was something. I knew the way.

Not too far from where I woke up I found a pathway which I knew led to
town. It was probably the same one Sami took when he brought me here,
although I couldn't possibly imagine how he was able to drag me all the way
up here all by himself, even if I had been half-walking in my drunken
stupor. Few people took the road, but it wasn't completely abandoned
either... I decided I would walk through the undergrowth on the side of the
road to ensure I followed the right way and still have an opportunity to
hide myself in case I ran into someone on the way, although I would have to
be careful since I was bare footed.

Half an hour later I was still slowly making my way down the road. I hadn't
heard a single sound of civilization in that time and was starting to
re-consider walking on the middle of the pathway when I heard a sound in
the distance. I held my breath and tried hearing what it was... and I
realized it was someone's footsteps, rapidly approaching me!

I immediately laid down on the underbrush, praying that whoever was
approaching hadn't heard the rustling on the leaves. By keeping completely
immobile I was able to hear the person approaching more clearly... each
heavy step was made in quick succession, and judging by its rhythm it
appeared to be a jogger; I held my breath once more and stuck my head to
the floor without daring to look up. Tap, tap... tap, tap... tap,
tap... each step sounded closer and closer.  What if the brush was not
enough to cover me? Perhaps the jogger would be able to see my white ass on
the side of the road, and then no doubt he would think I was some sort of
pervert, especially considering the goddamned erection I still had.

He was close... very close... just next to me... I squeezed my eyes even
more...

Tap, tap... tap, tap... the footsteps started sounding farther and farther
away. The jogger had passed me without stopping, he hadn't even slowed down
so I was certain he hadn't seen me. I exhaled and relaxed my tense
muscles. I had probably been stressing about nothing.

Suddenly I heard the grass rustling behind me and I was paralyzed once
more; had he come back? I couldn't raise my head, couldn't move my body
even though I could feel his presence right next to me, standing and
looking me over. Even without looking at him, his gaze was piercing,
unbearable. I felt even more naked than I had been up to this moment.

And then he licked my ass.

I yelped and jumped to my feet, startled. My mind went blank. I completely
forgot about my efforts to keep quiet and turned around to see... a dog. A
Labrador, to be more precise, who had a stupid, goofy look on its face. The
dog panted happily, staring at me with a curious expression.  We stared at
each other for a moment before the dog started to bark; that was enough to
snap me out of my stupor.

"Rocko? Hey, Rocko! Where are you?" I turned towards the direction of the
voice; the jogger that had run by just a moment ago was coming back,
looking for his dog. I once again dropped to the floor, but this time the
stupid dog kept sniffing at me, ignoring my gestures for it to go away.  I
quickly realized the dog would guide his master towards me, even if I ran
deeper into the woods.

Without thinking I made a snap decision. I got on my feet and ran into the
road instead, trying to make the most out of the advantage I had; I was out
of sight from the jogger for now thanks to the crooked path but he was
close by, in no time he would appear right around the corner and see me in
all my nakedness. I ran downhill as fast as I could, trying to get as much
distance between me and him as possible while his dog ran alongside me. We
must've been about a hundred yards apart when I heard him somewhere behind
me.

"HEY!! HEY, YOU!!" he yelled at me, surprised.

I didn't turn around to face him. I was sure he would see me, but I was
hoping he would not recognize me while facing away; of course, all of that
would have been for naught if he caught up to me, and while I was confident
in my running abilities I was definitely in a bad position, running
barefoot in the woods as I was -- not to mention with an erection! My dick
slapped against my legs with every step, making a wet, obscene sound of
flesh against flesh. Even when the dog started to lag behind I didn't stop
running, praying I wouldn't find anyone else in my way; I finally stopped
when I had stopped hearing them completely.

I took deep, shallow breaths while leaning on my knees. While I'm
definitely in shape the terror I felt had gotten to me; my whole body was
covered in a thin layer of cold sweat and it took a while before my
heartbeat returned to normal. I thought of the runner, and how I would have
looked to him: some guy running naked in the woods; since all he had seen
of me had been my back and my ass I was confident he hadn't recognized me.

When I finally had my breathing under control I resumed my way down the
hill towards the town, which wasn't all that far away now. That's something
positive that came from my mad dash: I was so much closer so much quicker,
but other than that I still felt restless, perhaps even more so than before
(if such a thing was even possible). There are many in this world who are
quite comfortable in their own skins but I was not one of them; that's the
price you pay when you start giving so much weight to the size of your
manhood.

It must've been at least another solid half hour when I arrived at the edge
of the woods, the place I had been itching to arrive and yet feared so
much. The trees and shrubbery started becoming thinner and shorter, there
were quite fewer places for me to hide and so I started moving slower and
more cautiously, until the dirt of the road ended abruptly to give way to
cold, hard pavement.

Hiding from behind a bush I looked at the road. Here's where the town
started, a small street lined by big, modern houses that had very tall
fences. That last detail worked in my favor, as I would remain unseen by
those at home when I crossed the street. The town has grown quite a lot in
the last decade, and those houses right next to the woods were the most
recent addition to the urban sprawl. I didn't know anyone who lived there
but I certainly wouldn't take my chances.

The big question was how I was going to make my way forward. I had been
dreading this moment, when I would have to leave the relative security of
the woods to enter town and I still had no answers as to how I would do
it. There was no doubt in my mind I would have to press onward, as waiting
until dark was out of the question: my parents had organized a BBQ in my
honor with some family friends, and if I didn't show up before they did
they would start looking for me until they found me nude as the day I was
born. I shook my head, horrified by that prospect, and forced myself to
think how to continue.

To arrive home I would have to make my way through the streets of the city,
that much was unavoidable. It was a weekday so I expected fewer people on
the way, which was something that worked in my favor; I could also avoid
many of the busiest ones, making my way through mostly deserted alleyways.

From my hiding spot I started observing my surroundings and planning my
next steps. I could see mailboxes on every corner, some carefully trimmed
shrubberies and some big trash containers on the front yard of most
homes. All of those offered little protection but the street was currently
deserted, so they would have to do for now. I had no other option...

...and yet ten minutes later I was still glued to the same spot. In that
time I saw no-one passing by the street, but to be fair this road only led
to the woods so there was little to no reason for most people to take
it. It took me that time to gather my courage but eventually decided to
bite the bullet. I got up and made a beeline towards a very small topiary,
crouching behind it and scanning my surroundings as soon as I arrived. When
I was confident there was no-one else around I made the jump towards a
garbage dumpster, then under a bench, another bush, and a mailing box.

I might have mentioned this before but my hometown is quite town. The good
news was that meant little transit at this hour, but the bad news was that
most anyone I saw was at least familiar to me. On the corner of the street
I clung to the wall and peeked out just enough for my head to stick out and
I saw the first of many pedestrians I would find on my way, an old man with
a cane walking a small, puffy dog. He saw me sticking my head out and
raised a friendly hand.

"Ho! Hey, arentcha the Simmons kid? Didn't know you were in town! I used to
see ya play, you got some good arm on you-hey, where'cha off to?" I didn't
stay behind to hear the rest of whatever he was going to say, I ran back
the way I came and hid on the entranceway of one of the houses. Moments
later I heard the old man passing by walking down the street I saw him,
wondering out loud where I had gone to. He continued on his way.

 I felt something heavy in my stomach, as if I had swallowed iron, and as
soon as the sounds of his cane hitting the floor disappeared I continued on
my way, more apprehensive than before.

Crossing the street was no simple task either, there were simply no
possible places to hide and it seemed as if every minute a car passed
by. There was no timing to it either: one minute it was car after car, the
next one the street was deserted... until right before I started running
across.  After waiting for at least five minutes I decided I was going to
cross no matter what when the next group of cars passed by, which in this
case happened to be a string of four of them. When the last car speeded
away I covered my groin and ran as fast as I could, feeling the burning hot
asphalt at my feet. I made it all the way to the other side... only to be
honked at by another passing car. I turned around, but it was already
speeding away; I didn't linger.

And so I continued my way through backstreets and alleys avoiding people as
much as possible. I did encounter quite a few pedestrians, many more than I
would have wanted, and though some of them saw me I was quite careful to
avoid them seeing my face and my erection, in that order.  Despite the
horrible feeling of being exposed my dick was still stubbornly hard,
perhaps due to its small size.

As I made my way into town, the big houses on the outskirts started
disappearing to give way to older, unkempt homes. This was an area I was
quite familiar with, having spent many of my younger days with friends
playing hooky, and for that exact reason I feared finding a familiar face
around here. It was, however, a necessary risk if I wanted to get home,
which by now was quite close.

It occurred in one of those alleys. I was keeping a sharp ear in case I
heard anyone approaching while I made my way as silently as possible to the
other side; I was getting impatient and more than a little emboldened,
taking more risks and advancing without looking for places to hide if
necessary. I quickened my pace and almost arrived at the end when I heard
footsteps right around the corner.

I looked around anxiously. This was a narrow alley flanked by big buildings
with little to no place to hide, it had been a mistake to take it in the
first place but it was too late for regrets now. I had to act and I had to
do it now. I ran away in the direction from which I came from.

Ever had one of those dreams where you run and run, and yet you don't seem
to advance at all?  That's how I felt in that moment. The long corridor
seemed to stretch on forever. I ran as fast as I could, knowing I would
probably be heard but focusing all my strength on getting to the other
side. At the end there was a white, wooden fence that must have been at
least 5'7'' and I knew what was on the other side. At the speed I was
running I wouldn't be able to pivot around the corner, so instead I used my
momentum to jump as high as I could, crashing into the fence and grabbing
on to it for dear life. I clung to it and tried as hard as I could to get
to the other side, but I just couldn't get the necessary impulse until my
foot connected with a small hole in the wooden fence. It was only thanks to
it and the adrenaline that I managed to get to the other side, landing on
the ground with a hard thud, and not a moment too soon.

I could hear many running steps coming in my direction so I pushed my back
against the fence and tried to catch my breath to avoid giving away my
position.

"Who was that? I know it came from around here," judging by his voice I
guessed they were freshly out of high school.

"Maybe a cat...," said someone else in a slow, bored tone.

"No, it was someONE, I'm sure of that! I heard him running when we
approached. I think he was running away from us... that was weird." I could
hear them right next to me, on the other side of the fence. I closed my
eyes and tried holding my breath to no avail since I was still too
agitated.

"Dude, let it go, let's go man," a third voice said.

"I just want to-hey! Dude, what the fuck! He's in there, he's naked!"

If anything was going to freak me out, it was hearing that. I looked
terrified at the fence and saw a spying gray eye in the hole that had
helped me cross to the other side. The eye moved from one side to the other
very quickly, as if scanning my naked body, and suddenly disappeared as its
owner was pushed aside by one of the other guys who also wanted to take a
look. The new eye widened in surprise when it saw me.

"Man! He's not only naked, he's hard! Hey, perv! What are you doing there?"
his eye squinted at me, as if he was analyzing me.

'He didn't call me by my name,' I absentmindedly thought. From the position
of the hole I don't think they would have seen my face, but they now knew I
was there. With my back still firmly planted against the fence I started
scuttling away until I was far away enough from the hole. I then took away
in direction to the old house in the middle of the abandoned lot.

I mentioned before I knew what was on the other side of the fence, and this
was it: the old house was dilapidated and long abandoned; it had been that
way for much longer than I can remember. The house had been used as a
hideout for me and my friends when we used to sneak into it to drink and
get high, entering through a small opening on one of its old concrete
walls. Now, it would be used by me as a hideout once more.

As soon as I found the hole in the wall I jumped into it. It was a small
hole below my waist of about 20 inches width that my friends and I had made
ourselves years ago. When I was younger I had been able to easily slither
my way inside but my body size was quickly proving to be a problem
here. Squeezing my shoulder blades together I moved from one side to the
other, slowly making my way inside like a worm into the dirt. My head was
already on the other side but my arms were preventing me from advancing
further, immobilized to my sides. Panting, I tried pushing myself forward
but discovered, to my horror, I was completely stuck.

The lower half of my body was still exposed on the outside while my torso
was stuck in the opening. I desperately moved my legs trying to get myself
free until a sudden stinging pain in my ass stopped me.

"Hey dude, you're way too old to be playing hide-and-seek, dontcha think?"
another sharp pain and I realized one of the punks from before was spanking
my butt as if I were a small child. The other guys around him hooted and
cheered him on while I kicked around in desperation.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, man! No reason to be like that!" one of them said,
avoiding my blind kicks.

"Dude, look, Ron was right: he's hard!"

"Jesus, what the fuck, man? Do you like that, you fucking pervert?"

"Oh my God... look at the size of that thing!"

My face was burning in shame from their comments. I hated to hear them
talking like that about me and the size of my wiener, as if I wasn't even
there. Their voices sounded distant through the wall, as if I was far away,
and it seemed like there were three or four of them. If my drink hadn't
been spiked my dick should've surely shrank away into
nothingness... outside, they continued to argue.

"Of course mine is double the size, that's easy money!"

"I mean, of course his is mega tiny, but still..."

"And I'm telling you... hey, Ron, you got a ruler on your backpack?"

My silent protests began earnestly once more, kicking right and left. No
fucking way was some small punk touching my dick, no way in hell. My left
foot connected with someone's leg.

"Bastard...! Grab him, Jakob!"

Between the two of them they grabbed my legs, but in-between my struggles I
couldn't help but notice the name he called. Jakob? I didn't know anyone
else in town with that name other than my kid neighbor, and though I still
thought of him as a child he must've been around the same age as my
tormentors. Still... I had a hard time believing he was out there, teasing
me although unknowingly.

When I thought of Jakob I pictured him with a wide toothed grin looking up
to me. I knew him since he was small and even though the age difference was
not quite as pronounced I always thought of him as a kid, not quite old
enough to play with me and my friends but then again not as young as to be
an annoyance. In his eyes I was a 'cool kid', someone he admired, and truth
be told I quite liked being put on a pedestal... except right now.

If Jakob knew who was on the other side of the wall, if he knew who it was
that had such a tiny wiener... I don't think I would be able to bear
it. The shame of a stranger mocking me because of my manhood was terrible
already, and coming from someone I knew was even worse.

An unknown hand firmly grasped my dick, startling me. The cold hand easily
covered my entire junk, something the rest of the fuckers were quick to
point out, and then set something beside it (which I assumed was the
ruler). I dropped down my head, humiliated. What if it was Jakob himself
grabbing me by my privates?

"3 inches!" an unknown voice announced. That motherfucker... it's three and
a half, not three! I wanted to yell at them but restrained myself, thinking
Jakob would recognize me.

"What did I tell you? Not even half of mine..."

"Big deal, you're comparing yourself to a baby," the guy with the bored
voice said. My pride was hurt and bleeding because of these kids. They
started discussing among themselves once more, bitching about who was
bigger until they decided to settle it once and for all.

I heard the sounds of unzipping pants and mocking comments among them,
followed by an awkward silence and the unmistakable sounds of beating
meat. It's obvious they wanted to be at their very best when they faced off
between them.

In the end, the one with the biggest dick ended up being none other than my
neighbor.  Somehow, I found this turn of events even more humiliating than
if it had been one of the other random guys. In my mind Jakob was no more
than a squirt, a small kid, and yet... his manhood more than doubled
mine. I was supposed to be a man, yet next to him I felt as if I was the
child.

The other guys reluctantly accepted Jakob's victory, and so decided to
follow whatever plan he had stored for me. He lowered his voice and told
them something that went unheard by me, and one of them started rummaging
in his backpack under his instructions. He must've taken something out,
because the next thing I knew I felt something wet and cold on my ass, not
unlike a dog's snout.

I felt uneasy and focused on identifying whatever that thing was. It
started moving around, forming a circle with my butthole as its center, and
then another, smaller one, and another, and another... it finally hit me
that they were using a marker to draw circles on my ass for who knows what
reason. I didn't suspect a thing but feared it.

A few minutes later the 'artist' finished his artwork. He, along with the
rest of his friends, left me behind to my surprise, chuckling on the
way. Were they finally going to leave me alone? I wasn't going to complain
about it, but I would be lying if I said I expected it. Something was
off...

CRACK!

The strike in my rear took me by surprise; I wasn't able to contain my howl
of pain, surprised as I was. Something had hit me in my ass really hard,
and since I was unable to move I had received the blow in full power.

A minute passed, and I felt the pain once more. Another one followed, and
another and another... every other minute I was hit by an unknown force
with varying intensity and not every one of those strikes had been on the
ass. Some of them had been on my legs, and some missed me entirely and hit
the wall instead, reverberating in the house.

I started to guess the nature of the game these sadistic young graduates
were playing, based on what I knew Jakob played at school: they had drawn a
bulls-eye on my butt and used it as target practice for their power shots,
shooting their soccer ball as hard as they could.

Ever since I received the first hit I had tried escaping once more, trying
unsuccessfully to cover myself with my feet. Those fuckers gave me no
respite and threw shot after shot with great precision, sometimes hitting
me on my left cheek, sometimes on the right one, sometimes right in the
middle. The pain was starting to become unbearable and I wished I could at
least use my hands to rub myself.

I don't know how long I was there on the receiving end of their shots, but
it felt like an hour when they finally stopped. My ass felt like it was on
fire, both cheeks were tender and sore, like they had been when I was a kid
on my father's lap.

My four tormentors approached me. I winced when one of them touched me on
my ass.

"Holy shit that's raw. Look at that!" one of them said, more in awe than
out of genuine concern.

They buzzed around, excited. I had the impression they had only stopped
because they were tired of the game and not out of any sense of
remorse. Me, I was tired, sweaty, humiliated, sore and all-around
miserable. I prayed for the moment they left me alone but they didn't seem
to be in any hurry.

"It really got red... oh, dude, I got an idea!" Jakob's laugh sent shivers
down my spine. It sounded so unlike him, I never thought him capable of
being so cruel. I heard him rummaging in the ground until he found
something, which he pulled with a grunt. "I think he'll make one hell of a
flower vase, don't you think?"

He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I didn't think it was
physically possible for me to be more mortified but this was definitely
doing it. No one had ever seen such a private area and now my younger
neighbor was doing it? It truly was something out of a nightmare.

"Fucking gross, dude!" one of them complained. Jakob ignored him and
proceeded to insert the steam of the plant into my hole. It felt cool as
the thin flower easily made its way inside me, to my great discomfort.

Everyone on the outside laughed hysterically. What a sight I must've been:
my red ass sticking out of a wall with a bunch of flowers stuck in it, not
to mention the stubborn hard-on of my pathetic penis. I closed my eyes
tightly, wishing my nightmare were over. This group really knew how to
denigrate me more and more, especially when I thought it impossible.

Suddenly, all of them went quiet at the same time. I was even more unnerved
by their silence, afraid of what was going to happen next...

And then they ran.

I was left dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. What had happened out
there? They were there one minute and left the other without so much as a
warning. I struggled in my concrete prison, desperate once more to get out
and managing to drop the flower to the floor for my efforts. Whatever had
happened, it was most surely bad news for me, too.

A noise somewhere in the area made me freeze.

I squirmed uncomfortably. Was it them, were they coming back? Or... was it
someone else? I frankly didn't know which was worse. Maybe they heard
someone approaching and that's why they left so abruptly, maybe it was
someone who would help me instead. But I still felt that nerve-wrecking
feeling of vulnerability I had before. My heart pounded furiously.

There was no mistaking it now, someone was approaching me, and their
footsteps sounded closer and closer. I tried squeezing into the opening
once more but I knew it was too late, the person was already behind me.

The new visitor stood there in terrible silence. Why wasn't this new person
saying something, anything? Shit, when you find someone naked in public and
with a big (well, 'big') hard-on you reacted in some way, but this silent
observer just stood there, motionless, as if judging me. It drove me
mad. Was this stranger thinking what to do with me? Was they surprised at
all?

Suddenly I felt one of his (her?) hands touching my still sore
ass. Something about it felt off, and it chilled my blood to think of this
person's intentions.

The stranger caressed them. It wasn't a simple touch; it was very
deliberate, somehow sexual. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, my
ass was being groped as I had done with so many women in the past. I
thought I was going to be sick. While I had moved violently before it was
nothing compared to the way I trashed about now, trying to escape that bad
touch. This pervert had me in exactly the way he or she wanted.

My tormentor wasted no time in getting to where they desired. With a single
hand they grabbed an asscheek and for the second time in the day exposed my
asshole. He (and I was suddenly sure he was a 'he') spat in his hand and
clumsily rubbed it against my hole, using a fat finger to probe around my
butt. I was seething. This, this is what finally pushed me to the edge.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A WHORE!! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!!"
I finally exploded. I didn't care if he recognized my voice, I was MAD. My
voice echoed throughout the house. The stranger stopped on his tracks, one
of his fingers halfway inside me, but just as quickly started moving it
again as if he hadn't heard anything.

One finger became two fingers, well coated in saliva. It was awkward and
painful; I had never had an experience such as this one and never had the
slightest inclination of having it, not to mention this stranger was far
from being gentle. I continued to yell obscenities on his direction but he
ignored them completely, focusing on what he was doing. I felt a deep
hatred within me, not only against him but also towards me. Why did I have
an erection? How was it possible that my own body betrayed me in such a
way? I was aware that it wasn't my fault, it was the drug's, but I still
felt I should had been able to fight it in some way. Maybe the motherfucker
even thought I was enjoying it.

When he removed his fingers I felt no relief because I knew what it
meant. And just as I thought, the thing I was dreading occurred: something
way thicker replaced the fingers, taking its place in between my cheeks. I
grunted and clenched them, determined to prevent him of entering me.  He
would not be able to, no way...

The man behind me started moving his hips with my asshole as its
objective. My efforts did nothing to deter him; on the contrary, it seemed
he was even more determined to fuck me. I had no chance of escaping; it was
only a matter of time before I succumbed but I would die before I made it
easy for him. Little by little, his dick started making its way in between
my tight anal passage, his thick head hurting me as it entered. I clenched
my teeth.

And he was inside me. And it hurt like hell. I wish I could say I remained
stoic, only grunting due to the discomfort like the alpha male I am, but
that is simply not true. What did happen is that I broke out in tears
almost instantly, partly due to the pain but mostly due to the
humiliation. I was being sodomized by a stranger and with that I could feel
my manhood slipping away from me. I no longer was that strong, proud alpha
player; I was a sobbing mess that was full of insecurities inside of me,
insecurities that I had carried deep inside me for a long time. That man
was fucking me as if I was less than a person, nothing more than an object
to be used for his relief. And so I was there, a grown man crying his eyes
out.

I'm unaware if my tormentor was aware of any of that, but if he was he
certainly made no sign of it. He picked up his rhythm, his hips slapping
into mine as if there were no tomorrow. The pain was horrible, I felt I was
been torn in half and that I would never be the same (and in a sense, I
still think that). His hard dick kept entering and exiting me at great
speed, and I was sniveling like a fucking child, trying to get my breathing
under control.

He picked up his pace even more, grabbing me by my hips and moving my body
in time with his, back and forth, back and forth. By now all resistance had
left me, my body was nothing more than a puppet for him to move around and
use as a cock sleeve. In time, he was able to slide inside of me much more
easily, his dick having stretched my insides to fit him; in a way I was
grateful for that because the pain started subsiding and started to become
much more bearable, but seen from another angle I was humiliated when I
thought my asshole was now prepared to receive dick as if I was a common
whore. I dropped my head in shame, bobbing it up and down in time with his
fucking.

I was once again acutely aware of my hard dick, this time because of a
strange sensation on the very tip, like warmth enveloping it. Every time
the stranger thrust hard deep within me I felt it, and while it was not
entirely unpleasant I hated it.

With one calloused hand he grabbed me by my dick, forming a small circle
with his thumb and his index, and started rubbing me. Those two fingers
were all he really needed to completely surround my manhood. While my dick
remained hard I was surprised when I realized my balls had starting aching
and began rising in closer to my body. It must have been something in the
spiked drink, I told myself, and it simply wasn't possible I was getting
excited by being fucked in the ass. I was even closer to orgasm than I had
realized, and though I was unaware of it at that moment, the prostate
stimulation was to blame.

His thrusts were becoming wild and uncontrolled and he panted and growled
not unlike an animal. Grabbing onto my hips with desperation he pushed his
very hard and thick member inside of me, making me howl in pain. His member
throbbed and to my horror I felt something other than his dick making his
way through my insides. A thick gooey substance filled me and I realized he
had deposited his seed in me. The feeling I was going to be sick returned
in tenfold, but my body was no longer my own to control, his hand moving
rapidly up and down my own dick. The ultimate betrayal of my body occurred
and I found myself having an orgasm unlike any other, making a mess against
the concrete wall.

And as suddenly as it started, it was over. I'm unsure how much time had
passed since he began fucking me yet to me it felt like an
eternity. Panting, he leaned against the wall still inside of me, catching
his breath and stroking my ass.

I felt ashamed. How was it possible that I had an orgasm while being fucked
in the ass? What kind of freak was I? If he had simply fucked me it would
have been one thing, but he had been able to push me to the limit while
banging me against the wall, and I had been excited about it, too! I was
feeling less like a man by the hour, as if his dick had made me a whore.

"Thanks," he said softly while he caressed me as if I were his lover. It
was the first time I heard his voice and was surprised by how normal it
sounded. It somehow humanized him in my mind. I hated him for that,
thinking I would've preferred for him to remain a faceless blob, a random
nobody who had used me so I would never have to think about it again.

He remained inside of me for at least a couple of minutes while his dick
softened, stroking what little he could see of my back much more tenderly
than the way he had used me. He finally withdrew from inside of me, my ass
making a wet, slurping sound when his dick exited it. To my shame, a large
amount of his thick man cream slipped from my opening as soon as it was
free, pooling in-between my legs. The more watery part of it trickled down
my legs.

I don't know how long I stood there, alone and motionless, nor do I know
how long it took me to get out of the damned opening in the wall, but by
then the semen in my leg was long dry and crust had formed in its
place. There was no-one around to be seen.

I didn't spend too much time there afterwards, I wanted to get away as fast
as possible from the place I had been humiliated and emasculated. I was
still naked but somehow I cared less than before, I ran the rest of the way
home taking only minimal precautions and while I did encounter people on
the way I was mostly successful in staying undetected by them.

My ass was on fire, every step reminded me of what had happened to it. At
least there was one silver lining, which was that the drug effects were
finally wearing off and my dick was shrinking down to its usual, petite
size. Perhaps the fact that I had ejaculated had helped.

Half an hour later I was finally making my way to my parents' place. I had
to be extra careful around it to avoid the neighbors, but I had the
advantage of knowing the place perfectly so I knew where to hide. Taking a
hidden key that they kept inside a flower pot I was finally home.

The first thing I did when I arrived was make a beeline to the bathroom,
where I took a very long and very hot shower. I still had at least half an
hour before anyone was home. I felt unclean and it wasn't only due to the
dirt; it seemed every time I closed my eyes visions of what had happened
came to my mind. Jakob, younger than me and yet with a dick doubling in
size mine, the group of kids putting flowers on me, the stranger fucking me
and coming inside of me, me coming by being fucked in the ass. I clenched
my fists and hit the wall, frustrated. I simply couldn't get those thoughts
out of my mind.

Half an hour later I was walking out of the bathroom covered in nothing
more than a bathroom towel around my waist. I headed to my old room but
when I passed by my brother's open bedroom a voice from inside called to
me.

I cursed silently. I was so sure I was home alone but had forgotten he had
the day off from the restaurant today; I was in no mood for
explanations. At least he hadn't seen me when I arrived.

"Owen, geez, what the hell happened to you? You've got scratches all over!"
he said, turning his head while lying in his bed, cell phone in hand.

"I fell," I replied curtly. Last thing I needed was for him to get all
Columbo on me.

"Whatever," he sounded disinterested as we went back to his phone. "Mom
said we should be ready at 4. That's when everyone's arriving."

Ah, the BBQ. I had forgotten all about it, preoccupied with the last
developments my little trip had to offer. I was in no mood for it, but
there was no way my parents would forgive me if I skipped it.

As I dressed in my room, I thought it would at least serve me as a
distraction from what had happened to me. Once again, I was wrong.

* * *

"Owen! The man of the hour!" Coach Richardson gave me a hard slap on my
back. I liked him well enough and he was an old family friend, but I felt
like being alone. I made small chat him for a few minutes and then excused
myself.

The backyard was filled mostly with old family friends, but very few of my
own friends were present since most of them were not home for the holidays
or would arrive in town later on. I eyed Jakob warily, seeing him running
around the pool, but he behaved normally as if nothing had happened between
us (and as far as he was aware, nothing had indeed happened between us. I
was happy to keep it that way).

I finally saw someone arrive who I was genuinely excited to see. I
immediately walked up to him.

"Alan! I thought you said you wouldn't be able to make it?" I gave my old
friend a hug. He had been my teammate while in high school, but most
importantly he had been my best friend. We had talked extensively online
since we began college, but him being on the other side of the country made
it difficult for us to see much of each other lately.

"That's what I thought! But I managed to get a flight this morning, I just
arrived today! But man, look at you, you must be training like crazy. You
look great!"

"And you're getting soft! How are you going to get all those chicks if you
get all flabby?" I teased him. I was lying and he knew it, even if he had
stopped playing to focus on his studies he still cut an imposing figure.

"Girls love me," he replied, flexing his biceps and grinning at me.

We spent most of the afternoon getting caught up to each other, and for the
rest of the day I started to forget about what had happened to me. It was
great to spend some time with an actual old friend, and as we relaxed by
the pool with some beers we started to reminiscence about the old days.

"Remember when Hank tried to open a bottle with his teeth?"

"He chipped one of 'em!" I laughed uproariously at the memory.

"Man, that house is home to some great memories," he sighted, content.

"What house?" I smiled, distracted. I was starting to get a nice buzz on
and didn't remember in whose home we were at the time that had happened.

"The house! How can you forget? You know, the one right by Paul's. It was
abandoned, we made a hole on the side and managed to sneak inside several
times. I can't believe you would forget about that!"

"Oh. Yeah, that house," I replied, my face blank. Truth be told, we did
have great memories in that house, but all of that had been ruined by what
had happened there. I didn't want to think about the place anymore.

"You know, I passed by it this morning," he said smiling once more, looking
up to the sky. "I was so sure they would've demolished it by now, but no,
it's still there, with its hole on the side and everything."

I winced. "It's... it's still there? I had no idea..."

"Yeah! And I think a group of kids are following after our footsteps, you
know? When I approached I heard a group of them running scared, although I
didn't saw them," he chuckled, pleased. "I guess they were up to no good."

All blood had drained from my face. Of course it wasn't possible, I
repeated to myself, this was Alan, he is my best friend, and he would
never...

Images of Alan in the locker room flashed through my mind, his gigantic
dick swinging next to me while I changed. Unlike me he had always been
immodest and he had always undressed completely while I was careful to
avoid been seen naked. I was always uncomfortable in the way he insisted to
talk with me while he was in the buff.

Could he? Was he...?

"By the way, what happened to you? You've got bruises in your arms," he
asked, but it felt as if he was far away from me. I had used a long-sleeved
shirt to hide it, but forgot all about it when I swam in the pool with
him. I guess most people hadn't noticed as it was getting dark, but we were
pretty close together.

"Says he fell! He's got scratches in his back, too! If you ask me about it,
I think he was spending quality time with some kinky girl in town," my
brother interjected, walking by. I stared at him, mad, and when I turned
back to explain to Alan he was looking at me with a strange expression on
his face.

We stared silently at each other. I could almost see the gears turning in
his head. He knew, I was sure he knew I had been the one he had fucked, he
knew I had a dick the size of an eraser, he knew I had been his cum dump
this morning, he knew... irrationally, I thought he would be disgusted with
me, and I felt ashamed.

But then, a slight smile crept on the corner of his lips.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading this story, I hope you enjoyed it as
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- CyanideT