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Gay - Authoritarian: M+/t oral anal
Submissive Dick - Part 1
I was eighteen years old when the following event occurred. I had missed the last bus, so I was forced to hitch a ride. I began walking along the road, towards Ludlow. There was a storm brewing in the west, so I was pleased to see a lorry coming up behind me. I put my thumb out to request a lift, but the lorry didn't stop. I cursed my luck as a flash of lightning lit up the sky and the rains came down. Then, a long, high-sided van screeched to a stop beside me.
"Need a lift, son?" said the driver. "Hop in the back with Harry. He'll look after you."
The back doors opened as I reached the rear of the van. Harry pulled me inside as the vehicle began to move off.
"Always in a hurry!" snapped Harry, as he struggled to close the two doors. "We're out cruising, and still he speeds."
The word 'cruising' made me look around the van's interior. A large mattress, covered in plastic sheeting, lay on the floor. And there were lots of ropes and leather straps attached to the roof and plywood-lined sides.
"Sorry, mate," I said. "I'm not into this cruising lark, so don't get your hopes up."
"Tom will be sorry to hear that," said Harry. "Still, I don't think we'll be worrying too much about getting your permission. Any Dick in a storm. That's our motto."
"Tom, Dick and Harry," I thought. "And I'm the Dick in the middle."
Harry and Tom were burly men, so there was no chance I could fight them off. The lock on the back doors wouldn't be too much of a challenge, but jumping out of a moving vehicle would be very risky.
"Now this can go one of two ways," said Harry. "Either you strip completely naked for me now, and keep all your clothes fully intact and wearable. Or me and you have a little wrestle around on the mattress, and I get to rip off everything you're wearing."
"I'm a black belt in karate," I bluffed. "Hajime."
"Is that so," he replied. "I'm a horny bastard in a van, with a couple of kills under my belt."
"Fuck this," I thought, as I unbuckled my belt.
Tom opened the back doors of the van and whistled. He saw me standing, stark-bollock-naked, in a spread-eagle position. My wrists and ankles were tied to metal fasteners in the roof and floor, and I was standing on the mattress.
"He looks mighty trim, Harry," said Tom. "And his arsehole looks mighty fuckable."
The rope gag in my mouth stifled my cries as Harry slapped my arse again. My arse-cheeks were now red-raw.
"That makes twelve, bitch," said Harry. "So no more twisting and turning. You're not on the dance-floor now."
"Greetings, Dick," said Tom to me, as he entered the van and closed the doors behind him. "If you do as we say, then you'll be free to go about your business in an hour or so. However, if you go all moody on us, then you'll end up dead in a ditch. The choice is entirely yours."
I dropped my head as Harry squeezed my left arse-cheek. I had seen a few gay movies, so I knew what the two men were planning to do to me. Staying alive was my primary concern, so being arse-fucked had to be endured. And I was quite prepared to suck a cock or two to keep the peace.
The two muscle-men were naked within minutes. They pressed their powerful bodies against me, ensuring that I was crushed between them. They ran their hands all over my lithe body, and Harry gave me a deep and lingering French kiss.
"I think he likes us, Harry," said Tom, as he squeezed my fully erect cock. "Well, his cock seems to want us to continue."
My traitorous cock was indeed lapping up all the attention it was receiving. I bit down on the rope gag and cursed my luck.
"A lot of straight guys like being dominated by alpha males," said Harry. "Even when things turn sexual. They're natural-born followers, and know their place in the pecking order."
Harry was right. There was no way I was going to rock the boat. I hated what they were doing to me, but why risk it all for a narrow-minded stance on where a cock should or should not go during sexual intercourse.
"This one is real pretty," said Tom. "So he might be gay, or bisexual. A lot of straight guys don't know they're bisexual until guys like us come along."
Harry kissed me again as Tom probed my arsehole with a finger, or something that I hoped was a finger. My legs began to buckle at the knees as the two men worked on my cock and arsehole. I then had the good sense to go with the flow and pretend that I was someone else - my mind had been transferred into a gay submissive that enjoyed this sort of thing. I was like that Doctor Quantum, or whatever his name was, from the television series.
"What was happening to this body wasn't happening to mine," I thought. "My body was asleep in a comfortable bed somewhere."
The tweaking of my nipples almost shattered the illusion completely, but I stuck to it.
"I'm just an observer," I thought. "Let the two men have their way with this submissive body. Why should I care?"
Harry went down on my cock as Tom replaced the 'finger' with his rigid stem. He then proceeded to fuck me hard. It felt like my arsehole was being turned inside out. I began to cry as he continued to rape me.
"He feels so warm and willing," said Tom, as his ball-sac hit the back of mine. "His arsehole is mighty accommodating, and so-o-o fuckin' tight!"
Harry squeezed my ball-sac as he sucked on my traitorous length. I bit down on my gag as the two men worked me over real good, like the experts they were. One was about to extract spunk, while the other was about to implant it.
"Oh, yeah!" exclaimed Tom, as he thrust forward. "Get ready to be spunked up good, bitch."
The man grabbed my hair and pulled my head back; and that's when I shot my load into Harry's ravenous mouth. I pulled on my wrist-bonds and shook. My whole body continued to shake as Tom flooded my inner sanctum with his seed.
"Fuckin' great!" exclaimed Tom. "Fuckin' great!"
So there I was, naked and restrained, and sandwiched between two bully-boy rapists. Plus, I was being held captive in a van that was parked up in the middle of nowhere. I continued to pretend the rape was happening to someone else, but the illusion was now wearing a bit thin.
"What a load!" said Harry, as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "He really shoots a mean stream of spunk. Can we keep him, Tom?"
I rattled around in my bonds. The bastards were going to cart me off to somewhere and rape me again, and again, and again.
"Let's change positions and test his mettle again," said Tom. "If he stays the course, we might take him home with us. But no promises."
Harry fucked me real hard, and tweaked my nipples for good measure. I lurched back and forth between the two men, taking it up the arse and feeding Tom's mouth as I did so. I was really put through the mill, and there was nothing I could do to stop the sexual onslaught.
Harry continued to fuck me relentlessly. He picked the pace up for a while, then slowed it down. This was repeated for quite some time. Then, without warning, he yelled "Geronimo!" and flooded my innards with spunk. It felt like flames were licking at the walls of my rectum. I was beside myself with pain and pleasure in equal measure. I then shot "a mean stream of spunk" into Tom's mouth.
My head dropped as Harry withdrew his cock and Tom released my limp stem. The two men stepped back to let me recover. I just wanted to fall to the floor. Unfortunately, my wrist-bonds held me firmly in place. I began to feel sorry for myself as the two men cleaned themselves up.
"So, do we keep him, Tom?" asked Harry, as he quickly dressed. "He'd make a great sex-pet and slave, and he could sleep in the basement with Andy, Gavin and John. Four submissives are always better than three."
"He'd bolt the first chance he gets," said Tom. "Guaranteed."
"We could keep him in a cage," suggested Harry. "C'mon, what you say!"
"Hush, I'm thinking!" snapped Tom, as he began to dress. "Let's drive around for a bit and mull it over."
The two men finished dressing and left me hanging there. A blast of cold air hit my sweaty back as the doors opened and closed. I groaned into my gag as the van moved off.
"Fuckin' bastards," I thought. "They rape me, and then take me for a ride to God knows where."
I began to bob up and down as the van picked up speed. The mattress beneath my feet was quite thick and springy, so I had to pull on my wrist-bonds to steady myself. I must have looked a sorry sight: arms and legs fully outstretched and restrained by ropes; my naked body all ravaged and sweaty; my cock semi-erect and getting larger as I recalled the rape.
Harry was really pissed off when Tom decided not to add me to their troupe of sex-slaves.
"We can't afford it," said Tom to Harry, as they returned to the back of the van. "Yes, he's got a great arse, and a cock to die for, but we haven't got the money, or the room, to keep four sex-slaves in the basement."
"Fuck it! That's a bummer," said Harry. "So let's run him back to Walter's place and rent him out again next week. He's the best 'rape' booking we've had for months."
"And that's why Walter won't sell him to us," said Tom. "He acts just like the real thing."
Harry and Tom were the best 'rapists' I had seen for months. Everything felt so real: the menace in their voices; the really rough sex; the set-up in the van. I really liked the idea of being nabbed off the street and tied up in the van. I had hoped for more 'rapists', but knew that Walter wouldn't approve of such a scenario.
"That sounds like them," said Tom, as a horn signalled a car's arrival.
"Ready for another rape-sandwich, bitch?" asked Harry, as he slapped my left arse-cheek.
I straightened up and readied myself for another rough-sex session. Walter didn't have to know that Tom and Harry had sub-let my arsehole. I just hoped that the new 'rapists' would be hard-nosed thugs.
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