THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF RAPE. IF YOU ARE AT ALL BOTHERED BY THIS THEME, DO NOT READ.
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I am sitting outside on the bleachers, sunlight warming my skin, watching Jakob Bielski play football. I have come outside after school do to my homework, but I am distracted by all the hot sweaty guys running back and forth in front of me, practicing football. I'm not a sports fan at all, so I have no idea what they are doing, but I can't take my eyes off of them. Every once and a while I attempt to keep focusing on my homework, but my eyes slowly drift upwards and back at the hot boys in front of me, specifically at Jakob Bielski.
Jakob is a God. He is a blond haired, blue eyed Russian muscle jock. His parent immigrated when he was 6, and I have known him ever since. He and I have gone to the same schools for the last 10 years, and have had most classes together. Beyond a nod and a hello here or there, we have never really spoken, but I have watched him over the years, and from the first moment I laid eyes on him I knew that I wanted him.
I watch him as his body developed, and he became hotter and hotter as he grew up. He knew he was hot too, and he showed off every chance that he got. He went shirtless whenever he got the chance, and I took every opportunity to memorize the perfection of his body. He has washboard abs and his chest is hairless with the exception of a nice blond treasure trail. His teeth are white and perfectly straight, a product of his genetics which I will always be jealous of. He is 6'5, just 2 inches shy of my height. His dick, which I have seen in the gym locker room is smooth and uncut, and looked to be an impressive size even in its flaccid state. And most importantly his ass is a work of art. It is two white hairless globes of muscle, with just the right amount of fat. When he jumps or runs my favourite thing to do is watch his perfect bubble butt bounce. And after gym when he is hot and sweaty his ass has a nice pink flush to it.
I watch him as he runs up to the other side of the bleachers to get his water bottle, blond hair flopping as he does. He grabs his water bottle and takes a drink, then pours a bit on the front of his white shirt, making it stick to his abs. He turns a way from me and bends over to tie his shoelace, and I am treated to a view of his perfect muscle ass. He has sweat through his white football pants and it is clear that he is wearing a jockstrap. I can see his that his white ass has a bit of a pink flush to it, and I am getting hard watching him. He stands up and turns around to face me again and takes his shirt off.
I am gifted with a view of his washboard abs, and I notice a small scar just to the right of his belly button. I look up and lock eyes with Jakob, and realize with horror that he has caught me checking him out. He smirks at me and winks, causing me to blush with embarrassment and look away. I glanced back in time to see him doing something with his phone before he jogs back onto the field. I watch Jakob's perfect ass bounce as he goes, and I decide to pack up and head home before one of the guys come and beat me up for staring at them so much.
On my way home I replay my interaction with Jakob, and I get hard thinking about it. I wonder what the wink was about, and if he was just teasing me. The football guys have a reputation for being homophobic, and as much as I want to believe that he was being flirtatious, I can't. I lay down on my bed and jerk off thinking about Jakob, and his perfect ass. I fantasize about bending over and letting me see between his white cheeks, licking his link puckered rosebud, and fucking him into the grass on the football field. I cum and just from thinking about Jakob and our interaction.
Once I have cleaned up, I check my phone and see that I have a message on Grindr.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
I look at the guy's message and wonder what he is talking about. The message is time stamped for an hour ago, and I realize that that was when I was watching the football players. I quickly look at the guys profile and see a picture of a large, uncut dick. I am slightly dissapointed that there is no ass pic, and I go back to the dick pic. I examine closely and gasp when I notice that the guy has a small scar on the right side of his belly button, the same scar that I saw on Jakob earlier.
I panic and throw my phone down for a moment, before I pick it back up and re-read the message, "Did you enjoy the show?". Fuck yes I did! But I don't know if that is how I should respond. Part of me is still suspicious that Jakob is just teasing me, but then why would be on Grindr?
I decide to message him back. "I did, was it just for me?"
His response is immediate "Yup. Did you like my jock?" Followed by a pic of him in nothing but his jock, lying on his bed. I can see his beautiful white ass, perfectly framed by the jockstrap. He is laying on his stomach, looking over his shoulder and winking at the camera.
"Fuck that's a nice ass! That looks like it must have been a challenging picture to take." I send back. I pull down my pants and take a pic of my hard dick and send that too with the caption "Look what you did."
"Nice! I would love to suck that for you, maybe even take it in my ass." Jakob sends back, driving me wild. My heart is racing. I can't believe that the hottest guy in our school wants to suck my dick, and maybe fuck him.
"My parents are out tomorrow, if you want to do something then. Got a hole pic?" I send back.
"You can see my hole tomorrow stud. I'll swing by after practice, 4:30" He sends back.
The next day I stand in my bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, waiting for him to arrive and wondering if I look okay. I re-check my outfit, blue cotton shorts and a light gray Old Navy cotton shirt. I tussle my brown curly hair one more time, adjusting the small ringlets in my short hair to look just right. I stare into my green eyes and wink at myself for confidence. "Lookin' good sexy" I say, feeling a bit ridiculous for complimenting myself. I flex my arms and do two quick push-ups to make my muscles pop. Even though I don't play any school sports I take great care of my body. My mother is a nutritionist so I eat pretty healthily and it shows in my body. I have a muscular physique, and a handsome face. I have a lightly hairy chest, legs, and arms, and I trim to make things look good. I hope that Jakob is impressed.
Not for the first time, I push down the feeling that Jakob is playing me, that something isn't right. I reassure myself that even if things don't go as planned I am easily Jakob's match, if not stronger, and the risk of him ruining my reputation outweighs the risk of missing out on something great.
The doorbell rings and I resist the urge to run downstairs and answer right away. I wait and count to ten before slowly descending. I walk up to the door, a smile in my face despite my nervousness, and open the door.
Jakob is there looking hot as hell, wearing his football uniform, hair slightly tousled, and covered in a slight sheen of fresh sweat, but he isn't alone. I stop myself from looking surprised when I see Max and Preston, two of Jakob's teammates behind him, both in their football uniforms too. I quickly take them in with my eyes. Max is 5'11, has brown hair, brown eyes, and a muscle body, with an ass to die for. He has an impatient look on his face, and returns my gaze with a steady, predatory look.
Preston is thinner and shorter that both boys, but he has muscle definition. He has blond hair and blue eyes and shifts nervously as I look him over. My earlier feeling that something isn't right comes back, and I have no idea what to do.
Jakob looks me in the eyes, a smirk on his face, and says "hey James, you gunna let us in, or are you gunna just stand there all night?"
My mind racing, I pull the door open just wide enough to let them in. Preston follows Jakob in with a "yo James" followed by Max and a "sup dude". I watch as all three of them walk in and plop themselves down on the couches as if they live here. Preston and and Max take the large couch, and Jakob takes the loveseat, angling his body side ways to place his feet on the coffee table.
"Got any beer?" Jacob asks, while looking around the room.
I let out a small nervous chuckle, "No beer, just water and pop", I reply.
"Fuckin' lame dude" Jakob laments.
"Preston, get me a soda" Jakob says kicking Preston with his shin. Preston gets up without a word and heads for the kitchen. As he passes me he looks at me with a regretful expression, leaving me the impression that he doesn't want to be here.
I stand at the entrance trying to figure out what is going on, and taken aback at Jakob's boldness in my home. I wonder if the guys just tagged along, and hope that they are going to leave soon.
"Sit down James, make yourself comfortable, it's your house" Jakob commands me. Although his words seem kind, they come out with a threatening undertone. I briefly consider rejecting him, demanding him to explain why he had brought Max and Preston, but instead I obey. I sit next to him, and as I do he shifts closer to me. Our bodies are pressed together and his hairy legs are practically crossing over me to rest on the coffee table. As he shifts closer I inhale and I can smell him. He smells like Old Spice, aloe cucumber soap, fresh sweat, and beneath that I can smell him, his man musk. My dick twitches and starts to inflate as I inhale. My heart slows, and for a moment I relax a bit, breathing his scent in deeply, letting myself get distracted from the feeling that something is horribly wrong.
Preston returns with two sodas in hand, one open in his left hand, the other he gives to Jakob. "What the fuck dude, you didn't get me anything?" Max says, looking irritated. Before Preston can respond Jakob says "Dude, don't be a dick, get Max and James something too."
I try to stand saying "I'll get-" but I am interrupted by Jakob placing a hand on me chest and shoving me back down. "Stay" he says, not looking at me. "Don't fucking stand there Preston, get a move on, and don't make me ask a third time." Preston jumps like a kicked puppy, and leaves the room.
I look at Jakob with bewilderment, wondering what I was thinking inviting him to my home. I wonder what happened to the boy I was chatting to last night, and why he was acting so strange today. Again I think of questioning his choice to bring friends to our hookup, but words fail me.
"So James here is looking to get fucked." Jakob says, again without looking at me, and completely shocking me.
I lean forward and look at him in anger "What? That's not-" Again I am interrupted, this time by Jakob covering my mouth and shoving me back into the couch.
"Shut up bitch" Jakob says, still not looking at me.
"Yeah, shut the fuck up pussy, we know you were just begging for Jakob's cock earlier" Max joins in, supporting Jakob. I try to jump up this time, but Jacob is too fast and grabs me by the hips, pulling me back down before I can stand.
"Let go! Get the fu-" this time Jakob punches me in the jaw, hard enough that my body jerks sideways and I fall off of the couch. As I fall I feel my head hit something hard and sharp, then I hit the floor. I feel dazed and my thoughts are coming slowly, it's like thinking through a fog. I see Preston at the door looking like a deer in the headlights, holding two sodas.
"Get over here and help me moron!" Jakob commands, and in my dazed stupor I wonder why Preston obeys Jakob. Preston shuffles over to me, and Jakob says, "help me flip him over and take his pants off, this bitch needs to be taught a lesson." Max remains idly watching as Preston and Jakob roughly flip me over. I moan in pain as my right arm gets twisted under me, but for some reason I still can't speak.
"What's wrong with him? Why is he just laying there?" I hear Preston ask. "Shut the fuck up Preston, you're always bitching about something. He's fine, he's just really into it." Jakob replies, a threatening tone back in his voice.
I feel my pants jerked down with my underwear, revealing my smooth, white, muscle ass. "Nice! You wanna fuck this Max?" Asks Jacob. Max rises from the couch and I hear the rustle of cloth as he drops his pants. I try to speak again and it comes out as a groan. "Nah man, I'd rather just fuck his throat, you know me" Max kneels down in front of me and I try to speak again, this time moaning a little loader, and Max punches me in the face. "Some bitches just don't know when to shut up." Max says, earning a chuckle from Jacob. "Just shove your cock in his throat man, that'll shut him up." Says Jakob.
Max grabs my hair and yanks my head back, causing my mouth to open for him. As he did my eyes widened in pain and I see his beautiful hard cut cock pointing at my mouth. I barely register Jakob telling Preston "Get my dick wet so I can fuck him". I stop paying attention to them as Max shoves his dick into my mouth and down my throat in one thrust. I gag immediately and choke on his dick. He holds my head down on his dick, completely choking me and says "God damn his throat is tight!".
He pulls back and I manage a quick shallow breath before he slams his dick back into my mouth causing me to choke again. He continues this process and I struggle to breath, to think, and to move. I am suddenly aware of hands on my ass, puling the cheeks apart. I feel the rush of col air on my asshole causing it to clench, and then I hear someone spit and I feel liquid on my asshole. I know what is about to happen to me and I try harder than ever to move. My right arm is still twisted painfully underneath me, but my left is free. I am able to clench my fist and shift my body to the right so that I can take my shot. I lift my fist to punch Max in the balls when I suddenly feel the heavy weight of a shoe on my arm.
The rubber sole of the shoe digs into my flesh cashing me to cry out on Max's dick as it plunges in and out of my mouth. "Fuck yeah man! I knew you had it in you little buddy." I hear Max compliment Preston. All the while Max is still that fucking me, and I realize that I need to control my gag reflex or I might puke on his dick and choke on my own vomit. I focus on my throat with each thrust, trying my best to control it.
Suddenly I feel pressure as a large hard object is pressed against my hole. "What do you think, should I go slow, or should I tear this bitch a new asshole?" I hear Jakob ask. Then, before Max can answer I feel Jacob's dick tear though my asshole and shove all the way in.
I scream on Max's dick as I feel Jacob's hips press against my ass. "Fuck he's tight" Jakob exclaims.
"Dude, make him scream again, I can feel his vocal chords vibrating on my dick." I hear Max say with complete disregard of my well being. I feel Jacob pull out and thrust back in, but I am ready this time and I refuse to scream. It almost works, but then I feel two fists slam into my back and I scream involuntarily.
I feel Jacob lean forward, his hot breath on my ear. "Keep screaming when I fuck you, or I'll have to punch you again." Jakob pulls out and slams back in again, and I refuse to scream. Again I feel Jakob's fists slam into my back, much harder this time, and I scream involuntarily.
"Dude that feels so good on my dick, make him keep screaming" Max says. I flinch knowing what is going to happen and Jakob starts punching my back repeatedly causing me to scream. I try to move both my arms as hard as I can, but with one arm pinned underneath me and Preston standing on the other I can't move much.
Jakob continues to slam his fists into my back and each time he does I let out and involuntary yell. Max continues to throat fuck me, and Jakob keeps fucking my ass while punching me.
"Fuuuuckkk!" Max yells as he slams his dick into the back of my screaming throat and I feel him cumming. Jakob stops using my back as a punching bag and I am have to swallow, but can't because Max's dick is lodged in my throat, and I begin to choke. Max pulls his dick out and I taste the sweet acrid flavour of his semen. I cough and I feel Max punch me in the side of the head.
"Swallow it all, or I'll hit you again". I force myself to control my throat and I swallow everything, gasping in air when I finish.
Jakob continues to fuck me, not giving me a chance to recover. His thrusts are deep and fast, and I hear him breathing harder. My left arm is throbbing in pain from Preston still standing on it, and my skin feels like it is tearing from the rubber grop of his shoe sole.
"Go ahead man, use his mouth, you've earned it" I hear Max tell Preston patting him on the back. Preston steps off my arm to move in front of me and I immediately try to move my arm. Max sees this and swiftly kicks me in the ribs, and I let my arm drop.
Preston kneels in front of me and places his dick in front of my face. I clench my teeth, glaring at him in anger, and I can smell the scent of piss coming off his dick. Jakob changes his angle slightly and suddenly I feel pleasure as his dick hits something inside of me. I involuntarily moan and Preston seizes his opportunity to shove his cock in my mouth, and once again I am being throat fucked.
"Nice one dude, you always know how to make your bitches squirm" I hear Max compliment Jakob.
I feel anger surge within me. I am furious at myself for letting these assholes in my house, and furious at myself for letting them treat me like their bitch. I gratefully notice that Preston isn't as rough as Max, and his dick is smaller in comparison so it is barely hitting the back of my throat. This allows me to breath easier and I think more clearly.
I realize there isn't anything I can do to stop them from doing whatever they want to me, but maybe I can speed them up, and maybe I can take some pleasure from this. I slightly roll my hips, hoping that Jakob doesn't notice, and try and angle get him to hit that spot again. But of course Jakob does notice. He leans in again and says, "I knew you would just love this. Don't worry, I always take care of my bitches".
I feel like and idiot for thinking he wouldn't notice, but am quickly distracted with the feeling of pleasure as Jakob adjusts himself and continues to hit my prostate with his dick. I hate the way Jakob has played me like a puppet, for the way that he can control me so well. I am overtaken with pleasure as I feel the heat from Jacob's body and dick radiating on to me. My hands and toes curl as relentlessly pounds my prostate. I am having trouble concentrating when I realize that maybe I can control Jakob too. I reason that if I am having trouble concentrating form the pleasure I am receiving, maybe he will have the same problem if I overwhelm him too. I make it my mission to make him cum, and I squeeze my asshole experimentally.
I hear him moan and and feel a slight stutter in his pace. Realizing that he enjoyed it, I start squeezing my asshole and releasing, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. I also start using my tongue on Preston's dick, causing him to moan too. It is a bit of a challenge to work both ends like this for the first time, but I am making it work.
I tell myself that I am doing this to make them cum faster and leave, but I am getting pleasure from it too. My dick is rock hard and rubbing into the living room carpet. My senses are overwhelmed as I feel pleasure like never before, and my prostate is humming. The pain from hitting my head and being punched in the back is a dull echo compared to roar of pleasure coursing through me.
Preston cums first, and I am ready this time. I swallow as Preston cums, and note that he cums more that Max did. As I am swallowing Max's cum I begin to feel myself orgasm, making my asshole squeeze even tighter on Jakob's dick. I feel Jakob thrust all the way in, and he kisses my neck as he cums inside me. Preston pulls out of my mouth and starts to get dressed, and Jakob continues to make out with my neck and making small post-orgasmic thrusts into my ass, causing shivers to go down my spine. He finally gets up and gets dressed.
I hear the click of someone's camera taking a picture of me on the ground, ass full of cum. And then just like that the boys leave without another word, and I am alone.
I lay there silently for some time, how much I don't know. I after a while I get up and notice my head is throbbing. I stumble over to the bathroom, feeling unsteady. I look in the mirror and see that my face is covered in blood, and my lips are swollen and split. I turn around and see that my back is covered in bruises, and my hair is also matted with blood. I touch my head and feel a lump, and see that there is a small cut from when I fell and hit the coffee table. I get the first aid kit out, and as I am opening it, I suddenly start to cry. I try to stop and my soft crying becomes uncontrollable sobbing. I sit down and continue to sob, feeling completely and utterly broken. I feel as if my world has ended, and there is nothing left for me. I feel completely numb, and hopeless. I feel like a fool for having trusted Jakob against my better judgement. I curse myself for being so naive, and feel completely humiliated. I think about how those boys deceived me, how they used me for my body, and how they left like nothing ever happened.
And then I slowly start to feel something different. A cold, dark calm comes over me. A feeling like I have never felt before in my life; a cold, unforgiving, and unadulterated hatred. I realize that what happened isn't all my fault, and I know that I can't let those boys get away with what they had done. I stand up, feeling a bit more steady than I had earlier, and I look in the mirror. I look at my bruised and broken face and my resolve hardens. I look into my green eyes and see that he kindness and light that had once been there is now gone. Instead I see a cold empty void staring back at me, and for the second time today I speak to myself, this time in a deadpan voice "Those boys will pay, and soon they too will be crying and broken on the floor, and they won't recover, but I will."