I must have hit the parking lot doing sixty miles an hour. Way off in the rear view mirror I could barely see the blue lights bouncing off the buildings and I got out of the car. I had happened upon a traveling carnival that was using the far side of the parking lot as a setup area. There were a lot of people around, but it didn’t seem like anyone was watching anything but the marquee to the entrance of that carnival. Since everyone on foot was headed in that direction, I followed the crowd for cover.

Everything that had gone on in the last twenty minutes was running through my head and I was sure that by tomorrow that I’d be in jail waiting to go to prison for several years. I wanted to kill the fucking guy that got me into all this. For the lure of three hundred bucks I was in more trouble than I could ever dream of, and I was getting pretty scared. By the time I had walked to the front gate of the carnival the blue lights were beginning to patrol the parking lot. Thoughts of Midnight Express came to mind and I just wanted to run. It was next to impossible to keep from shaking as I bought a ticket and entered the carnival.

I quickly scanned every ride, game, and kiosk looking for a place to hide. I could see a large concentration of blue lights coming from where I had parked the car and a helicopter was cruising in from the horizon. About the only thing on my side was that the sun had set just as all this started happening to me. I passed a couple of cops inside the place that had their backs to me checking out a game. I knew the cops would be looking within the fenced area rather quickly and I saw my best bet in front of me; a haunted house. Luckily there was no line and I was ushered right in. The ticket taker gave me a queer look and after I got inside I realized I was sweating like a pig.

I wandered around the place trying to find any niche or hole that might offer me a hiding place. It was then that I saw I was about to come back around to the end of the walk area and I saw two cops talking to the ticket taker. I heard them saying they wanted to search the ride. I ducked back into the shadows and was becoming frantic knowing that I was living the last moments of freedom I would have for many years. I thought about leaving the haunted house and making a run for it, but when I went to the exit again there was a very large man just leaving the ticket taker and headed into the exit right towards me.

The second the guy saw me he knew I was the one causing all the searching going on. I was getting ready for a last effort to fight my way out of here when the guy looked behind him, held a finger to his lips, and came towards me.

“Please, help me. I got set up and I really can’t go to jail man.”

I could see he was trying to figure out what to do and then he told me to just get off the carnival grounds. He said something about getting them closed down if they caught me in here. I turned to see flashlights coming from the darkness and I gave a last pleading look toward the man. The guy reached out, grabbed me by my shirt, and pulled me back toward the exit. I saw him opening some kind of a panel and was pushed into the dark space it had covered. He told me to keep my mouth shut and he’d be back when the coast was clear. I gave him a quick thank you and the panel was closed on me.

I didn’t know what he did, but in just a minute I heard cops going through and banging on the walls and talking loudly on their radios. Just when I was sure they had passed me by there was a loud bang on the very panel I had entered through. I started praying to a god I didn’t even believe in. A few minutes later the man that had hid me came back.

“The police just left and someone told them you were seen climbing over the fence to get out the backside. But the place is still full of other police and they’re checking every nook and cranny. What do they want you for?”

I didn’t want to admit to knowing too much, so I told him I had been set up by an acquaintance to drive a car to a relatives house. I added that I thought the car might be stolen. The man looked me over trying to figure out if I was worth his effort. I could see he was pissed at my involving his business in my fight for freedom, but he finally told me to stay put and closed the panel again. After several minutes I snuck out to take a look for myself and saw a cop standing right at the entrance. Evidently they were making sure if I was still running around they didn’t want me to have a place like this to hide in. That meant to me that they considered this ride totally searched and secured. I went back to my hiding place and waited about an hour before the man came back to see me.

He opened the door and told me to follow him. He led me around a corner and was ushered through another panel that was locked. It looked like some kind of control room. The guy followed me in and locked the door behind us. I saw a strip around the door that must have sealed light from being seen. There was already a dim light on that I hadn’t seen myself from the other side. The guy sat on a stool and stared at me for a moment.

“So, a druggy, huh?”

“No, I was set up.”

“That’s why they pulled about twenty pounds of pot out of your trunk?”

“I mean it man. I was just paid to deliver the car because the owner said he had to drive his own car. I didn’t know that stuff was there until I was pulled over. I gave the cop the okay to search the trunk and the next thing I knew he was calling for a police dog because he had found a bunch of pot. I dropped it into gear and took off. I swear it wasn’t mine. I don’t even do drugs.”

“Yeah, right! Well you have us in this mess now and the cops are going to be here until they find you or give up. They already said they’re going to spend the night here to make sure you aren’t hiding out.” His look changed as he stared a hole into me. “So, give me a reason why I shouldn’t just hand you over to them?”

I tried to figure out what I had to offer him, and then I saw him grab his own balls. I knew now what he wanted, but I wasn’t a faggot and I wasn’t about to offer to do what he was hinting at. I came right out and told him so, and he stood to open the door. I tried bargaining with him not to leave and that I would do anything he wanted except for what he had hinted at. He took another look at me and started unlocking the door.

“No wait… if I go to jail you know what will happen to me. Look at me.” I knew I wasn’t being given a real choice, it was either do it here and now, or later when I was in a jail getting raped. I didn’t have the size to fight back in jail and it was sure to be an absolute hell for me. I did the only thing I could. “Okay, I’ll… do it.”

The guy looked at me again, locked the door, and sat back on the stool. I was in an impossible position. He started opening his pants and I knew I had read him right. I had never done anything like he was requesting of me and it was freaking me out. When I saw his cock come into view I started shaking. He pushed his clothes off his legs and sat back down. I kept taking quick looks at his crotch and wondering how I was going to get through this. He started trying to coax me into going between his legs, but I was frozen in place. I guess he saw that and reached out to grab me by the back of my head. With his hands holding a fistful of hair, I found myself being pulled to my knees between his legs.

It was the smell of another man’s crotch that hit me first. His cock looked so much different than my own. His was much thicker and longer. And since I wasn’t circumcised, the head of his cock was right there in my face to see the difference because he had been. His hand kept pulling my face closer to him and I looked up at him one last time to make sure this wasn’t some sick joke. I had my share of blowjobs from girls in the past, so I decided I just had to do the same thing to make him happy. I grabbed the base of his shaft to insure I wouldn’t get stabbed by him and pushed my lips over the tip of his cock. I was trying to keep my tongue from touching him as if I could avoid tasting what cock tasted like. I now understood the reluctance of girls in my past that I had conned into sucking me off. It was suddenly clear that a couple of them had never done it before, because I was going through the same stalling tactics.

When the guy realized I wasn’t doing much besides holding him in my mouth, he slapped the back of my head and told me to “get with it”. I started pulling on his shaft with my hand and even started to lick the exposed mushroom in my mouth. I was surprised to feel how smooth it felt to me. The guy pushed my head down until I could feel the veins running the length of his shaft. I bobbed my head for a while and I felt him begin to get softer instead of harder. I found myself getting pushed away from the guy by my head until I was on my ass on the floor.

The man stood up saying, “ I don’t need this. If you don’t want to suck my cock, fine. Come back after twenty years experience in the big house.”

Just hearing the mere mention of that sent my mind flying in fear. “No wait, I’ll do better. Please, you can’t turn me in.”

I was suddenly trying to make him sit back down while getting back between his legs. I knew I couldn’t fuck around anymore. If I didn’t make this guy happy with my efforts, he was right, I would get a lot of experience in prison. I grabbed for his cock and started rubbing it up and down. I looked at his face again and when he didn’t look very pleased, I quickly got his cock back into my mouth. This time I immediately began doing all those things I use to tell girls to do. Since he had lost most of his hardness, I had to really put effort into lavishing his prick with a firm mouth and by using my tongue. It was working and I had him hard again in seconds.

“Now that’s more like it bitch. Work that fucking meat like a fucking whore.”

His words were stinging me, but I felt relieved that he was accepting my efforts now. I really gave it my best shot at making him get off. I tried imagining what the things I was doing would feel like on myself and worked from there. If what I was thinking of kept me hard, I figured it was doing the same thing for him. I wondered how long I was going to have to keep up my sucking on him and then I wondered what would happen when he was ready to get off. Would he tell me so I could move my mouth, or… was he going to insist on my staying put as he emptied his balls in my mouth. I felt so guilty over what I use to say to girls that had been nice enough to suck me off; “Go ahead and swallow it baby, it won’t hurt you.”

It took seemingly twenty minutes, though it was probably much less, to get him really worked up. It was so degrading when I felt both of his hands holding my head in place while he took over and started flinging himself into me. But at least I could see the end approaching. When he stood up to get a better position to fuck me with, I knew he was only moments from cumming and yanked my head away. I got an abrupt slap against the side of my head and a “Too late for that bitch”. I opened my mouth again while he fidgeted to get back to where he had been. He was going so fast at me that it reminded me of the speed a dog would fuck, and then I felt one of his hands go from the back of my head to just under my chin. Suddenly my head was lifted by my chin, he pulled back out of my mouth, and started jerking himself off.

“Open that fucking mouth bitch. And you better catch every fucking drop.”

The coarseness and assertiveness of his demand told me I had no choice, so I opened my mouth and waited with my eyes closed. His grunting and groaning was telling me just where he was at; at least I thought it was telling me. I was unprepared for the disgusting feeling when the first shot hit the inside of my mouth, right on the back of my tongue. I opened my eyes, saw his hands flailing in unbelievable speed, and his own face was twisting in the pain of his own orgasm. I could barely keep from gagging as I watched shot after shot of his sperm jetting into my open mouth. This had to be the most horrible way to have had to catch a load of cum for the first time. I remembered how I had berated one girl at a party as a “cum dump” after I had done the very same thing to her, and now I was having it forced upon me.

With his hand still holding my chin at the proper height, he looked down and wiped the tip of his cock off on my lips and released my chin. I looked around for a place to spit it quickly and flew to what appeared to be a trashcan. He was laughing at me while I tried getting every little bit of his stuff out of my mouth. Hunched over the can I felt relieved that at least it was all over with, until he started telling me how I would get better. I looked at him and told him I wasn’t ever doing that again. He got a very mean look on his face as he came over to me, hoisted me off the floor and against a wall. I reached around me and his hand went after my wallet. He instantly put it into his own back pocket and pronounced that he now had my ID.

“Like I said, you’ll get better soon. You can run if you want, but you’d better hide real good kid, because now the cops know who owns all that pot in the back of your car. What do you think that’s worth? Twenty, thirty years as a prison bitch for some big black dude named Big Bubba?”

“Please, I did what you wanted.”

He seemed to be calming down and asked, “You from around here?”

I said, “Yeah, a few miles away.”

He seemed to be wondering what his next move would be just as I was doing right now. He told me he’d be back in a few minutes and left the room. I sat on the stool and tried to figure out what to do. I had just had my mouth raped by a guy twice my size, I was horribly confused over everything that was going on, and I was desperately trying to find a way from having to spend the rest of my life in prison; as he had said, as some guy’s bitch. My heart was racing and my mind in a total fog. I suddenly had to get out of here before he got back and bolted for the door. Just as I reached for the handle, it opened and the guy was standing there with two other guys right behind him. I was pushed back into the room and there was hardly any room left to stand.

The man asked, “What’s your name kid?”

I feared telling him, so he took out my wallet and looked for himself.

“Richard, huh? You won’t mind if we call you Dick will you? Little Dicky maybe.”

I saw that I was in for a lot more trouble and wished I had bolted much sooner. One of the new guys pushed me back over a counter area and started pushing my shirt over my head. I fought to stop him, but all three of these men were bigger than myself and he simply overpowered me. When he had it off me, he held me on my back over something that was digging into my back. Then I felt one of the other guys snatching my shoes, pants, and underwear off me. I fought as hard as I could, but it was totally fruitless. I had been pants once by other kids when I was about eight, but having it done here and now was scaring the hell out of me. All I could think of was that they were going to rape my ass. My pleas and utterances to them sounded like little more than squeals of agony that they probably couldn’t even make out. It wouldn’t have mattered anyways.

One of the men grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back. He kneed the back of my own knees and I was pushed to the floor. The other new guy was undoing his pants while he demanded to “get me ready”. My mind was tormented over what I was facing. Being nude except for my socks didn’t help soothe my fears at all. The guy holding me down moved his hands to my face and suddenly his fingers were in my mouth. He spread his fingers and was holding my mouth open in an obscene fashion. The other guy slid his cock into the opening and the fingers slid back to the corners of my mouth. Then my horror grew further when the door opened again and a girl a little older than myself was standing there mesmerized at what she was seeing. I wanted to die knowing that I was being sodomized in front of a girl, but it got worse.

The initial guy asked, “You get it?

She answered, “Right here.” She held up a camera and fumbled to get it turned on, then didn’t hesitate to start taking pictures of my face and the cock and fingers holding it open. Flashes were going off every few seconds and the guy holding me tightened his grip on me. The girl told him to move his fingers, took another picture, and proclaimed, “That’s it! That looked like he was doing it all on his own. What else you want pictures of?”

It dawned on me that she wasn’t just getting porn pictures of this assault, she was getting pictures to use against me. I struggled again and found my face getting slammed by much more cock than could reasonably fit into my mouth. I calmed down at that and listened for hints as to what was to become of me.

My first attacker told her that she had taken enough pictures for now and told her she could sit back and enjoy the show for a while. It was emasculating enough to be getting forced into giving blowjobs, but having it done in front of a girl with very wide opened and excited eyes was the ultimate in humiliation. There was nothing left that I could do but try to keep from getting beaten up on top of everything else. I closed my eyes and waited for it to all be over. I tried to leave my body behind and take a voyage away from here in my mind, but every time I stopped making a sucking motion I would get a blow or slap to the head.

The girl was perverse in her own right. She kept telling the guys to fuck my face harder and even started taking more pictures whenever she was aroused at my torment. When she saw the guy was about to get off, she coerced him into trying to make me swallow his cum. When I felt the flood start I successfully closed off my throat and it ran out of my mouth and down the front of my bare chest. That didn’t calm the girl down at all, because when she followed the drool down my front, she screamed in total excitement.

“Look, look! He’s loving it. He has a fucking boner.”

I wanted to die yet again. My stiffness had nothing to do with anything, but she was making it seem like I wanted to get my mouth raped. The bitch was way too happy with all this. She had to be one sick puppy to enjoy what was happening to me. Then, as the next guy was switching places with his friend, I heard her say something that really took over my fears.

“So, where are we going to keep him. Same place?”

They were going to take me hostage on top of everything else? The girl made it sound like they were going to house me like a dog. I was beginning to understand all the pictures. Those combined with my wallet made me a prime candidate for blackmail. At first I was amused that they thought I had anything to steal, but then I realized there were worse things they could want; and I realized what was happening right now was probably it.

It only took this guy a few minutes to finish with me. This time I was released when he finished cumming and I spit most of his sperm into the trashcan I had found earlier. The girl didn’t seem to like that at all and told the guys they were going to have to train me better than that. When I made a grab for my pants, it was that bitch that grabbed them away from me. I was told that I wouldn’t have any need for them for a while. I tried asking what they intended to do with me, but they acted like my words weren’t even spoken. I heard something about a gurney and one of the guys left. I begged to be allowed to put my clothes back on, but the girl gathered them up and held them under her arm.

For the next several minutes I was warned against fighting any of their efforts, told what they would do with the pictures if I ran, and told that my wallet would be handed over to the cops as well. The door opened again and the guy said he had something laid out in the hall and that the coast was clear. The girl was pasting the end of a roll of duct tape to the side of my face and started winding it around my eyes. When my hands went up, someone grabbed my balls and squeezed them until I moved my hands down. She covered my eyes completely and I heard the door open. I was lifted by my arms and feet and was taken out of the little control room. I was going insane thinking I was going to be shown to the world like this, but I was quickly laid down on what turned out to be a gurney. I felt straps tethering me to the gurney and then a sheet was put over me and tucked in all around me. I felt like a mummy.

I could hear the girl acting like a scout and could tell I was being carried out of the haunted house. I could hear people not too far away talking and laughing, and wondered if I was being carried right under the noses of unsuspecting partiers. All the sounds of a carnival that use to make me feel like a little kid in total awe were now just so much background noise. The next thing I heard was the creaking of a heavy door being opened. When the gurney I was tied to tilted up almost on end, I figured out I was being hoisted into the back of one of the many trailer units that they used for transportation. The floor of the truck bed scraped hard against my back until I was horizontal again.

I was carried to what must have been the front of the unit and lain on the floor. I felt the sheet being pulled away from me. The girl was trying her best to make fun of me, including making fun of the extremely flaccid state of my prick. I could hear a lot of things banging around and clunking, but I couldn’t tell what any of it was. They were preparing something for me to be “placed” into and I started to fear being locked in some sort of a cage. I would have preferred a cage next to what they had in mind. I would learn later on that they referred to it as a “trainer”.

The girl was getting closer to me as I heard her talking about taking good care of me if I took good care of them. Then the last thing I remember was her saying, “And now it’s time for you to go to sleep.” I felt a kiss on my forehead and a rag was smothered over my mouth and nose. I struggled against the straps holding me. I was being knocked out by whatever was on the rag. I would have been much more afraid if not for the chemical when that fucking bitch said one last thing that would stick in my mind. He smugness stood out when she added, “And when you wake up, you can continue learning to be a good fag.”

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