A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 2 ]

College Party

We climbed out of the car and followed Dan towards the stadium’s locker room. When we arrived at the building, the door was unlocked and he led us into a hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. A double door met us half way down the hallway, and we turned into it. A beefy man in his early thirties was waiting for us. He smiled when he saw me and Randy.

“Twins, good,” he said. It was a common mistake if people saw us together. We did look enough alike that most people thought we were at least cousins.

“Nope, just look-a-likes. I take it you’re Jake?” The beefy man nodded. “Okay, here are the rules. You may do as you wish to them, but if either of them says my name, Steve, then things are to stop, understood?” Dan always used the name “Steve” with our clients.

Jake nodded and flashed us a quick smile. His cock was starting to already grow in his pants.

“Good. Do you have their money?” Jake nodded and handed over a wad of cash to Dan. He counted it, and seemed to be satisfied at the amount. He put the money in his front pocket and turned back to Jake one last time before leaving.

“I’ll return for them at seven, as agreed.” Jake just nodded again; he seemed to be a man of few words. Dan turned and left the locker room.

“Take the clothes off, boys, and then follow me,” he said. We did as we were told, piling our clothes up on the bench in front of us. When we were completely naked, he walked around the pair of us, for a preliminary inspection. Completing the inspection, he turned and started walking away from the double entry doors. Once we got past the last row of lockers, we turned to walk down the back wall towards another set of double doors.

Upon exiting through the doors, we entered a larger room with tables lining the wall, making a large horseshoe shape. On the tables were stacks upon stacks of food laid out ready to eat. I knew it wasn’t for us, but my stomach growled anyway. In between what would have been the top of the horseshoe of tables were four short bars with what seemed like screws at the ends of the bars. But the ends of the screws were rounded with a hole in the middle. The same types of screws were bolted into the floor a couple of feet from the bars.

Jake positioned us to one side of two bars and walked over to a table far to the right that I had missed when I initially entered the room. I had been preoccupied by the food to see this table. It had some whips laid out on it, and I knew those were not there to make us feel good. He grabbed some leather straps and walked back over to us. He approached me first, placing a leather strap around each of my biceps and each of my wrists. The same was done to my thighs and ankles. A last strap was wrapped around my waist. Jake repeated the procedure with Randy. When completed, he walked back over to the table for some clips and four metal bars. For a moment I thought he was going to hit us with the bars, but then I noticed the same screweyes at the ends of the bars. With one bar, he clipped to the straps around our biceps, pulling our arms behind us. The other two bars were clipped to the straps at our thighs, pushing our legs out very wide. He clipped the wrist restraints together behind our backs, and then led us to the bars on the floor. We were bent over the bars and our waist straps were secured to the screweyes on the bars. The ankle restraints were clipped to the ones on the floor. Both of us were totally immobile, which is exactly what he wanted. When finished, Jake walked around to face us, and smiled at his handiwork.

“Now, I know you have a password, but I’m going to make a deal with both of you. If neither one says the password, there will be huge bonus in this for both of you. Deal?”

Randy and I looked at each other, then back to him.

“How much of a bonus?” Randy asked him. Jake smiled and pulled out a wad of money that was larger than the one he had given Dan.

“This will be split between the four of you,” he said.

“Four of us? There’s only two,” I stated.

“Oh, yeah. That reminds me…” he said, more to himself than either of us. He stood up, and walked to the side closet. “Get up, bitches.”

Randy and I looked over to where he had gone. He was leading back two girls that were our age. They were as naked as we were and tied in exactly the same fashion we were. I recognized both of them; they were in our classes in school. I panicked. My sex job with Dan and the others was a private thing; I didn’t want the entire fucking school knowing about it.

The redhead’s name was Carry, and just like Red, she was covered with a lot of freckles. She had a slender build and a shy demeanor. She was definitely as embarrassed as we were at being caught by a fellow student. The other girl was Patricia. Trish was slightly shorter than Carry and a little stockier. She sported a length of blond hair that reached down to the middle of her back. After the initial shock of seeing two of her fellow classmates bound to two bars, she didn’t seem all that disturbed about the situation.

Jake led them to the two remaining bars and secured the girls to them as he did us. Metal bars were also clipped to the straps on their legs also. When the girls were tied down, he walked back over to the table where the straps had been and pulled four dog collars off it and walked back over to us. After wrapping the collars around our necks, he clipped each of them to a wire that he hung from the ceiling, pulling our heads up and a little forward. More than just a little apprehension was creeping into me, and I could tell Randy was feeling the same thing.

Jake left us tied that way, and left the room. I saw a clock on the far wall, it read ten o’clock. This was going to be a long, long night, I could tell. I squirmed a little bit to get more comfortable in my position. I took a glance at the girls. Only Carry was showing any signs of emotion. Tears were running down her freckled cheeks, and dropping to the floor beneath her. I could tell she was trembling at the anticipated party that was to come. I wondered if she was here on her own will, or if one of her parents had made this deal without her consent. I didn’t wonder too long, as the door behind us opened and people started streaming in.

As each of them walked in, they waited at the side, to our left. As the one on the far left, I got a horrifying look at the lot of them, and I didn’t really care for what I saw. Every one of them was either on the football team, or supported it in some way. I don’t think any of them were less than six feet tall. Finally, Jake walked back inside, and turned to address the crowd.

“Gentlemen and gentlemen,” he started, and then laughed at his own little joke. “What we have before you, are treats for all appetites. On your left, a buffet set up to satisfy your stomachs, and on your right, a buffet to satisfy your cocks. Enjoy.” All of them cheered as he finished.

Before I knew what was happening, a cock was in my face, ready to shove down my throat. I opened my mouth, knowing better than not to, and the party began. The man shoving his cock down my throat was huge, and smelly, but his cock was pathetically small. Thank God. However, there was also a person that had walked around behind me, ready to spear my ass. This cock was significantly larger, and thicker. Once lined up at my rear entrance, he wasted no time in getting inside me. I closed my eyes and tried not to grit my teeth to his assault. I tried to escape to my other world, but something I heard at my right made that almost impossible.

“Holy, shit! This bitch is a fucking virgin,” I heard a man shout, excitedly. Without turning to my right, I knew he was talking about Carry. My heart went out to the poor girl. She was going to have to endure a gang rape as her first time. She screamed as he penetrated her no longer virgin pussy. She begged him to take his cock out of her, but he only laughed and plowed further inside her. When her cries got too much for someone, he opened her mouth, and shoved his own dick inside. I could hear her gag as he tried to force it down her throat.

The footballer that was plowing into me was no less ruthless. He grabbed my tied arms and forced himself deeper and deeper into me. The pain I was feeling was almost enough to drown out Carry’s cries. Every time I would try to slip into my own little world, her rapist would slam into her, causing her to scream again. She could even be heard over the dick she had in her mouth, although it was muffled more than it could have been. Finally, the man that had shoved his cock down my own throat stiffened and shot his load down my gullet. When he pulled out, it gave me a chance to look to my right to see what Carry was screaming about.

“You wanna see what your girlfriend is doing?” The sadistic fuck that was reaming my butthole asked me. He pulled my arms up and back to raise me up. What I saw, I didn’t want to see again. The one in her mouth was a little above average, but the one fucking her was huge. I had seen my fair share of cocks over the past few months of doing this time, but this one astonished even me. I would have put him at least a foot long and as around as my wrist. She was being fucked by a damn telephone pole. “Like that, boy?” I shook my head, truthfully.

“Hey, Brad…” He called to the one at the end who was tearing into Carry.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“This boy bitch doesn’t like the look of your cock, man,” he said back to him.

Oh, fuck, I thought.

“Really? Tell the fucking faggot I’ll tend to him next, then,” he said laughing.

Why didn’t I just mind my own damn business? That thought came to me in a real hurry. There was no way that monster was going to fit up my ass. No way, no how.

The other men that had been waiting in line for my mouth told him to let me back down, and he did. It only took a second before someone shoved their cock down my throat again. A few minutes later, the man behind me spasmed and emptied himself into my bowels. I didn’t even get a moment’s reprieve, before the next man walked up and shoved his own cock inside.

Three more men followed the second one in front of me, then no one. I was once again able to see the clock. Only ninety minutes had passed. We still had over seven hours of this shit to endure. The next half hour, two of them took turns fucking me in the ass and mouth, rotating every five minutes. The others in the room were preoccupied with Randy, the girls, or the food. Even when these were done with me, no one bothered me again. I took the time to rest as best as I could in the position I was in.

Carry was being used in every way possible. At one point, I heard three of them taking her at one time. When the one that took her ass-cherry crammed his cock inside her, fresh screams filled the room. Trish was like me and Randy; this was nothing new to her. Later on, we found out that she had taken much worse that this. She did a good job of acting, though. Each time someone new mounted her, she moaned as if in pain. These sadistic fucks seemed to like it. Throughout the night, both girls were fucked in all three holes, most of the time at the same time. Trish admitted later that even she had a hard time dealing with that predicament.

At about midnight, the footballers left us alone and just continued with the two girls. I probably could have gone to sleep if it hadn’t been for Carry’s sobs and the occasional scream when something new was done to her. Earlier, when “Mr. Footlong” had finished with Carry, he didn’t come to me immediately, as he threatened. He waited a while. In fact, he waited so long, I had forgotten about him. It had been over an hour since I had been last touched, when he walked up to me. I knew I was in deep shit when he got over to me.

“So, you don’t like me cock, huh?” I knew better than to answer. “Well, we’ll just have to change that attitude, won’t we?”

With that, he walked behind me and I was waiting for him to ram his monster sized cock inside me. As young as I was, even through all of my experiences, this one was going to hurt like hell. I got a surprise, though, when he unclipped the ankle restraints holding my feet to the floor. The clips holding my waist to the bar were also released. He unclipped the collar around my neck from the ceiling wire, and ordered me to stand. I stood up as best as possible, as my legs had gone so long without any real fresh blood supply. I felt as miserable as I probably looked. The sensation I was not used to, was dried cum on the inside of my legs. It sort of itched, but I could make no move to get it off as my arms were still secured behind my back.

He walked up behind me and grabbed the clip on the dog collar. I thought he was about to force me back down to the ground, but he pulled me over to the wall that had been behind us all evening. On the wall, were three more wires coming down from the ceiling with clips on them, also. He fastened the middle one back to the collar, and then undid the clips to the bars and the ones on my wrists. But further rest was not what he had in mind for me. He pulled my wrists up one at a time, and clipped them to the other two wires. He then roughly pulled my ankles further apart than they had been earlier, and clipped them to two wires on the floor. He fit each wire through a screweye located about two feet away from me. Pulling them back towards the middle, he took the slack out of the wires, then, with a great deal of sadistic pleasure, he pulled, hard. The action pulled my legs apart almost beyond their limits, and it also dropped me down so I was only being held up by the wrist restraints. I screamed like fucking hell.

“That was to get your attention, boy bitch. I trust I have it, now?” He said with a sneer. I nodded as tears began rolling down my cheeks. “Good, real good. Now, I’m going to allow you to put your feet back on the ground, boy. DON’T let the wires from the ceiling get any slack, understand?” Again I nodded. He let out the slack a little, allowing me to get my feet back on the floor. I thought a muscle had been pulled. I was certainly going to be sore for a while, if I lived through this, that is.

He made sure that that was all the length of wire I was going to get, then turned and walked away. I had my eyes closed, and was looking away, so I didn’t see where he was going, and, truthfully, I didn’t care at the time. I did care when he returned. He reached through my legs and grabbed my balls, and pulled them downward. I grunted through the pain as best as possible. I felt him attach something around them and more pain as they were pulled hard towards the floor, but did not let up. Randy told my later he had added weights to them. Then he turned away again. As he returned, I heard a swishing sound, then pain down my back. I screamed again. The sound again and pain. This was repeated relentlessly. I didn’t bother counting the times he brought the whip down on my back. The many-tethered whip continued to abuse my back, butt, and thighs. Occasionally, a strand would make contact to my stretched balls sending shards of renewed pain throughout my torso. I completely lost track of time. I had no idea how many lashes I had taken before I looked and saw the double doors opening. Someone was walking in; this night was finally over.

“Having fun, boys?” The newcomer asked. I despairingly moaned.

“Fuck yeah, Coach. You wanna join?” Mr. Footlong asked.

“That’s what I’m here for, Bern,” he smiled, and then saw the target of Bern’s whip.

“Ooooh, that’s gonna smart in the morning, boy. What’d ya do? Bite one of my boys’ cocks?”

“He said he didn’t like me cock, Coach. I’m just teaching him a lesson, that’s all.”

“I see,” Coach said. “Enjoy, sport.” The rest of the team guffawed crudely at his joke.

Five more lashes with the whip, and Bern was finished with that stage of my punishment. He walked up behind me, and I could feel his stiff prick pressing into my sore back. I was sure I had lost some skin back there, somewhere. I hissed at the contact.

“Quit your fuckin’ belly-achin’. I ain’t even close to being up your ass yet.”

He unclipped the wires that were spreading my legs, and I was about to close them, but something told me not to. So I just waited for him to make the next move. He moved my legs back together, and clipped both of the leather straps together, with my balls still being stretched by the weights, and making my legs impossible to spread open very far. He unclipped the wrist restraints and collar from the ceiling wires. But with one swift, unexpected move, he pulled my feet backward by the leather restraints. If my hands had not been in front of my body, my face would have slammed into the floor.

He didn’t even give me time to wonder what he was doing before he clipped the wrist restraints to the two wires that had held my ankles apart at the wall. At least now my balls were not being pulled out of their sacks. The ankle straps were secured to two wires attached to the screweyes that had held my ankles while I was bent over the bar. After retying me, he walked back over to the table, and returned with a paddle. The paddle was long and thin, only four inches across, and littered with holes. He lined up next to me on my right, and brought it down on my buttocks. A sick “slap” sound filled the room.

I don’t think he used all of his strength, but combined with the whipping I had just received, it felt like fire had erupted on my asscheeks. After ten hits with the paddle, I was pleading with him to stop. I was about to shout, “Steve,” when Jake walked in front of me and shoved a ball gag in my mouth for the duration of the spanking. Bern didn’t even slow down. After what seemed like a lifetime, he stopped hitting me, but he wasn’t done with me, yet.

I was weak from the beatings, my ass was on fire, and just wanted some rest, when I felt his body on top of mine. When his skin made contact with mine, it felt like needles piercing my skin. He raised himself up and I felt him line his cock up with the crack between the globes of my ass. But by this time, I no longer cared what he did to me. I just wanted this horrible night to end. With a grunt, he shoved his cock inside me. I spread my legs as far at the restraints would let me, but I didn’t get far. This was why he clipped them together; so I couldn’t spread out my legs, and his cock would hurt even more as he fucked me. And fuck me he did.

I cried out when initially his monster sized cock was crammed inside me. It only took me a second to realize, though, that he had only fit the cockhead inside. He still had the remaining foot to go, and I had no delusions that he wouldn’t stop until he had buried the entire length inside my bowels. The pain was worse than anything else I had felt as he continued to feed that thing deeper inside me. I remember feeling every single inch as it forced its way deeper and deeper. I cried as he penetrated me inch by inch. With each inch, he spread me further and further apart, until I felt his balls on my legs. Then the fucking really began.

He raised himself up, and grabbed my asscheeks to press them together even more firmly. I hissed at the stinging sensation. He pulled his thick cock out, stopping just when the head was at my anal doorway, then plunged back inside. He was tearing into me so badly, I was sure something had torn inside. Every full length thrust brought a new threshold of pain. Every single part of my ten-year-old body hurt, from my wrists to my abused balls, to my ankles.

The last thing I remember from that night, was one last giant shove of us cock being buried full tilt into my rectum. The cum he was pumping into me went on for what seemed like hours.

“Like my cock now, boy?” He hissed into my ear.

My brain being on sensory overload, mercifully, lost consciousness.