Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 00:50:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Short Furry <shortandfurry@yahoo.com>
Subject: In The Back Of The Van, pt 2

The muscular guy was hauling me into the back of the
van with one hand clamped tight over my mouth.  He'd
wrapped his other arm under my armpit across my chest,
with that hand pressed against my throat.  He pinned
me down hard to the floor of the van and threw his
weight on top of me.  I hadn't been prepared for this
whole scene -- it had thrown me, and now I couldn't
breathe and I was starting to panic.  He growled in my
ear, "If you don't wanna get hurt you're gonna do
exactly what I tell you to do."  I was thrashing
around, trying to get his hand off my mouth, but he
just pressed harder.

Then the other guys were on me too.  The older guy
grabbed my hands while the guy from the front
passenger seat pinned one of my legs.  I became aware
that I was yelling through the hand over my mouth and
the muscular guy hissed in my ear, "Shut up!  You
understand me -- shut up!"  He loosened his hand a
little and I panted hard -- my heart was beating a
million times a minute.  I had this weird, cold knot
in my gut and I was trembling hard.  The older guy
leaned down and said in a firm but quiet voice, "You
gotta learn to do what you're told, don't you, son."

A couple weeks before, Mike and I had hooked up and he
had made a point of it that I needed to examine my
attitude in our arrangement.  He told me that I was
withholding control still, that he didn't like it, and
that he'd do something about it if he had to.  "A
little bit of cockiness is nice, son, but you remember
our arrangement and don't get full of yourself," he'd
said as he was torturing me a little more intensely
than usual.  I hadn't been sure how to read his tone
because I thought sometimes he said stuff like that to
get me hard -- it always did, naturally -- and his tone
of voice seemed sexy, even if he seemed displeased
too.  Obviously, he'd been serious.  And now I was
face down on some mattress in the back of this van
with one guy's knee in my back as Mike drove though
the city, other people in their cars just feet away
from us, oblivious to me getting gang-raped in the
back.

They turned me over roughly and I finally saw the
inside of the van better.  I didn't know which of them
owned it, but obviously he'd used it for this kind of
thing before.  The whole back was padded, there were
dim lights running along the top perimeter, and there
were towels and rags piled around.  One of the rags
was stuffed in my mouth.  They wrapped mitts around my
hands and attached them to rings in the floor, then
clamped restraints around each ankle.  I was
struggling hard, but I was afraid of how rough these
guys might get and I was pretty freaked out.

The older guy was leaning over me, still smiling this
weird smile.  He opened his pants and pulled out a
real fat cock and said, "You're gonna blow me."  He
was rubbing his dick and hairy balls over my face as I
was turning away, still fighting.  The muscular guy
smacked my nuts and I yelped through the rag.  I
wanted to curl up crying but they held me down and the
muscular guy said, "Suck his fuckin' dick, punk," as
he pulled the rag out of my mouth.  He leaned in and
said, "I'm sure I don't have to tell you -- don't do
anything stupid," and the old guy shoved his cock in
my mouth.  He wasn't completely hard yet, but it was
still real big and I wasn't exactly relaxed.  I was
also out of breath and he wasn't gentle.  I was
gagging and trying to breathe and he just kept pushing
it in, choking me.  The other guy was muttering stuff
behind the muscle guy.  I couldn't tell what he was
saying but I could tell he was getting off on it all.
He pulled my legs up over muscle-guy's shoulders and
held tight.  Muscle guy rubbed lube on his fingers and
started playing with my asshole.  He leaned down and
sucked on my dick for a few seconds but the other guy
pulled him back and said, "No, let's fuck him."

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