Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 20:23:21 -0500 From: m yonge Subject: joes bar 3 This is a story about one gay community's response to a gay bashing gang. It is not a true story, it comes from the fantasy that is my mind *L* Because of the subject matter there is of course the allusion and description of violence. I have not written about violence for the sake of violence, it is more a reporting of violence that has happened, to direct the fundamental subject of the story. The first two chapters set the stage for what is to come. So you may find it is rather slow going, you can judge for yourselves. I felt they were necessary to the story. This is a story about gay sex. If this offends you read no further. If this subject matter is illegal for you to read or have in your political jurisdiction then please go no further. My main purpose if for you to have some enjoyable reading. I would appreciate any comments you might have myonge@hotmail.com Chapter 3 Day One It was Thursday evening... Jason and Pete were parked across the street from Marc's apartment block. "Okay this is what we do" said Pete I'm going to get into the building and go down to the garage. I'll call you on the cell phone when you can come and I will open the door for you to drive in." "The only problem will be to find a parking spot" said Jason. "That shouldn't be too much of a problem, I've already checked, apartment 307, 410, 502 are all vacant right now so you can park in any of those. 410 would be the better one it is closer to Marc's spot. "So let's do this, I'll hang around the door and when someone goes in I'll get them to let me in, I've done it a dozen times already. Ok look there is someone now... I'll call you in a couple minutes." With that Pete ran across the street and allowed himself to be let into the building. A couple minutes later he called Jason, who drove his SUV into the garage, parking in 410. Now it was just a matter of waiting for morning. Jason and Pete spent the next few hours talking in his SUV, ducking whenever someone came by. Shortly after midnight they saw Marc's familiar Jeep come roaring in and Marc jogging up to the elevator and away. OK here we go said Pete. Getting out he walked over to Marc's jeep and checked the doors to see if they were locked ... then with a gadget he had made he jimmied the lock and opened the passenger side door. "Just a minor offence" he smiled at Jason, "Nothing compared to what Marc will experience this weekend" The door unlocked and ready they checked out the back seat where one of them would hide in the morning. The two talked well into the night as they waited. At about 7:30 Pete being the smaller of the two climbed into the back of Marc's jeep. With him he had a large dark blue pillow case. With the windows tinted the way they were Marc would not see him back there. Jason waited behind the concrete pillar. In 4 minutes Marc would step out of the elevator, walk to the Jeep, unlock the door and get in. It would be 7:45. Sure enough 4 minutes later the elevator door opened and Marc stepped out. As Marc settled into the bucket seat , he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye walking toward the vehicle. The man had on a balaclava. The next thing he knew, there was some movement in the seat behind him, but before he could react a bag affair of some sort was pulled over his head, and tightened around his neck. An arm came over his throat pulling him back, pinning him to his seat. The car door opened. He tried to struggle, trying to get out of the car but whoever was back there held him tight. Presently he felt the pin prick of a needle being stuck in his arm and he started to feel weak... At 8:10 the receptionist in the office where Marc worked received a call from a very hoarse and sick sounding Marcel, saying that he wouldn't be in today. She thought at the time that it didn't quite sound like Marc's voice but figured it was because he was sick. She told his secretary and no one thought anymore about it. When Marc started to wake up everything was still dark. He realised that the bag was no longer there but he was now blinedfolded. He started to move then felt the tape around his wrists. His ankles were also bound. It felt as though his head was on something soft and warm. It felt for all the world like someone's lap! As he became more awake and started to stir, a hand rub gently down his arm and a soft male voice said "Oh your waking up are you? Good, How are you feeling? Sorry we had to do this to you but we needed you quiet until we got out on the road." As he began to wake up more he realised that his clothes were gone! He tried to move but the hand that was caressing his arm was joined by another and he was firmly held down. "No point in trying to struggle Marc" the voice said "You have no place to go" Another voice came from another part of the vehicle he was apparently in being kept in "And don't worry about your clothes man, we took them off so you wouldn't get them dirty...we left your jockey's on for modesty" Some one snickered .. he thought it was the first voice " though you won't be needing them much this weekend either" with that he felt the hand of the man holding him slide down his torso to gently rest over his cock and give it a soft squeeze Marc jerked his body to try to shake the hand off, but it stayed with his cock, and... to his dismay he could feel his cock growing under that hand. "Oh" said the first voice "I can tell you are starting to like me aren't you?" He heard some laughter. The man now slid his hand into Marc's shorts and grabbed his now hardening rod and slowly started to jerk him off. "Fuck Off !!!" Screamed Marc "Fuck Off!!!" he started to struggle more ... the man let go his cock and held him tight. "That's ok buddy we have lots of time, you will learn to enjoy me this weekend... and if you don't, well, ... I'm going to enjoy you. " The man laughed, his hand now resting on Marc's chest, idly playing with his nipple. "I think it is time we tell Marc what the rules of the weekend are going to be don't you?" came the other voice. Marc figured this was the driver. "Yeah, I guess he should know what we are going to be doing together, and what he is going to get out of it." came the first voice "You see Marc, we have been getting a little distressed about your attacks on the gay community. Joe is getting worried that he might have to close down his bar and we wouldn't like that. So we, a group of us decided we would help Joe out with his dilemma. You're going to meet us all this weekend. Let's say we're going to negotiate a peace treaty with you, I can see already there is going to be some intense negotiating, and you're going to be at the centre of it." Again the hand slowly made it's way down to Marc's crotch and grabbed his cock. Marc felt his cock begin to grow as the hand slide down. It jumped at the man's touch. He tried again to jerk away but the hand again followed. The voice continued. "You have been a bad boy Marc, and you need to be taught a lesson. So here is what we are going to do this weekend..." The other voice interrupted "do either of you want something to drink? We can stop here and I can go and pick something up. Coffee Marc? You like yours double cream no sugar right?" The vehicle stopped, and the driver got out. Marc could hear him walking away on gravel. "How did he know how I like my coffee?" he thought . The hand continued to fondle his now fully erect penis, gently stroking it. He was now completely aroused, but he didn't dare move for fear of attracting attention outside the car. What if someone looked in and what him lying there almost naked with another man fondling him? The man said softly "You like this don't you?" "Fuck off fag!" Shortly the driver returned with the coffees. They helped him sit up and the man with him in the back of the vehicle helped him drink his coffee as they travelled on. Very little more was said to him as they travelled. His partner in the back seat continued to touch his body, caressing his chest, stroking his cock every now and then. A couple times he was kissed on the cheek. It filled him with revulsion to think of what these guys were doing to him. It angered him that he could not control the raging hardon this man was giving him whenever he started working on him. Marc was also scared. What the Hell was happening to him? Where were they going? They must have been driving for hours. How long had he been out? After they had driven from the coffee shop mostly in silence drinking their coffee, the voice beside him began again in the same soft gentle voice. "You've been a bad boy Marc, in payment for the pain you caused all those guys you and your gang beat up on, we are going to give you a weekend you will never forget. " Marc waited for the man to continue but he didn't. "You can't get away with this, you can't do this to me!" He shouted, struggling against his bonds that held his arms. "Well now Marc," came the voice form the front "It seems we can and we will" A strong arm wrapped itself around his neck and pulled him back down to laying position with his head on the other man's lap. The man held him firmly down until he felt Marc relax "Now that's better" the first voice continued " You see Marc by the time this weekend is over you will not be in any position to charge anyone with anything. " "The good part about the weekend pal is that you will not suffer any of the pain that you put our friends through. But you're going to find yourself up close and personal with a lot of us" "FUCK OFF FAGS!!! You can't do this to me!!!" Marc was really frightened now and angry. "I kill you all!!! I'll fucking kill the lot of you!!! He screamed, struggling again. Then he did something that he hadn't done in years. He could feel it welling up in side him as his frustration and fear built. The tears came flowing soaking the blindfold, making him even more angry and now embarrassed as he found himself actually sobbing enough to be noticed. None of his captors said anything. His partner in the backseat merely shushed gently as a mother would comfort a frightened child. He felt a blanket being pulled over him and a comforting arm laid across his shoulders. There was nothing he could do but lay there. He was so angry and frustrated and embarrassed and terrified. The tears continued to flow and he felt himself drifting back to sleep in spite of himself under the warmth of the blanket and the comfort of the lap. Jason and Pete were enjoying this. They spoke only quietly to each other so as not to wake their prisoner. They had this man totally at their mercy. They couldn't wait to get to the cottage. Marc was going to experience gay life to the fullest. Joe and the others should be getting there later this evening. That would give them the afternoon to get Marc comfortable and settled in... Oh yeah they were going to settle him in alright. After about fifteen minutes Marc began to stir again. Pete gently rubbed his arm and caressed his chest. "Have a good sleep bud? You were out for about an hour" "Fuck OFF!!" "You know man since we ARE going to be best buds this weekend ... and I mean best buds... you could talk a little nicer to me you know" Pete said. "Yeah" chimed in Jase "I mean yer gonna be sharing everything together this weekend... and we mean everything... for that matter we are all gonna be yer best buds man" JUST FUCK OFF!!! "tsk tsk Marc, this is not a good start. Pete's hand started moving down Marc's torso again. Marc tried to shake him off, but Pete found his cock anyway and it jumped at his touch. Pete cooed in Marc's ear in a loud whisper, "You have such a beautiful cock man, I'm going to enjoy getting to know it better this weekend." With that he drew his tongue along the outer edge of Marc's ear and then probed right into it with the tip. "I know you like this don't you Marc, you love it when your lover licks you ear and stick her tongue into your ear. " "Where the fuck were they getting this information?!?!" Marc wondered. How would they know that? He tried to think where he had even mentioned anything about this. The only thing he could think was with Steve and Paul at the bar. They often compared notes, but that was between them, he didn't think anyone else would have heard. "Your wondering how we know don't you honey" asked Jase "You keep wondering sweetheart" "Well here is the turn off, a couple kilometres and we will be at the hideaway. It's gonna be a great weekend Marc and you are going to be the guest of honour. Marc could feel the vehicle turn off the pavement onto a gravel road. "Don't worry Marc, we're going to take good care of you." Said Pete, giving Marc's cock a squeeze. "Fuck you" muttered Marc but without the force he had before. He was too frightened about what was coming, he was totally in their control, and he hated not having the upper hand. It was something he hadn't experienced since he had left home when he was under his father's control. Shortly he could feel the car slow down and then pull off the gravel road and sort of bump and sway along. He assumed they were going down a drive to a cottage somewhere. They stopped and the man that had ridden in the back with him helped him sit up. He felt his legs being untied. Still blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back as they helped him out of the car he bolted and ran. He ran about three strides right into a tree, knocking him flat. "Now that was a stupid thing to do Marc" came a voice above him. "Where did you think you were going to go blindfolded and tied up?" The men helped him up and led him away stumbling to what he guessed would be some building. "You can't fuckin keep me, I'll run every chance I get!" he growled. "Well then I guess we'll have to eliminate the chances you get then" said the voice at his left "Besides we'll be much too busy together for you to even think about getting away." They stopped, he heard a screen door open, and they led him up a few steps and in the house or cottage, helping him negotiate the steps. It was cool in the house and he began to shake from the coolness no doubt the shivering made worse by the nervousness he was feeling. Within a few moments he was shaking violently. The man whose voice he recognised as the one that had sat with him in the car noticed his distress and quickly wrapped him in a soft blanket and had him sit down on what felt to be some kind of couch, talking to him in hushed tones. He felt something cold and metallic being attached to his ankle. "We have to get some things ready, we can't have you running around bumping into things and hurting yourself. Once we are done we will take the cuff off your ankle Marc" Marc didn't respond he just sat there shivering, although the blanket was helping. "We'll have this place warm as toast in a jiff Marc" the man said "and then we'll take some time to get to know you better before the others show up, that way you will already have a couple friends and you won't have to be shy around the others." He heard the other man snicker at that. There was the sound of a wood stove being opened and the sounds of a fire being prepared. The rattle of newspaper being scrunched up, firewood being taken from a wood box, and the sound of a match being struck and lit. Finally he picked up that delicious aroma as a fine thread of smoke wafted past his nose from the paper catching fire. Not long after that he could feel the warmth from the stove on his face as the room started to warm up. In all this time they talked amongst themselves and obviously were ignoring him. After a few minutes someone sat down beside him putting a hand on his thigh, he tried to pull away but the hand followed. Another pair of arms came from behind him hands rubbing lightly over his chest, fingers teasing his nipples, pinching them. "We have a few minutes to get acquainted Marc" The blanket was pulled back from him and opened up to expose him. He was still in his jockey shorts but that was all. The hand that was on his thigh began to massage it and slowly move up toward his crotch. He tried to move, but was held firmly to restrict any considerable movement. "Leave me alone!! I'm no fuckin fag!! You can't do this to me!!!" The pair of arms behind him slipped under his armpits and he felt himself slightly lifted from his seat. At the same time his shorts were swiftly removed. He was now completely naked and exposed. "FUCK OFF!!! I'm gonna kill... " then he gasped because something warm and moist suddenly engulfed his hard cock. Ooohhhnn NO!!! he yelled "NO!!! DON'T DO THAT!!!! FUCK OFF!!! FUCK YOU ALL!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!! He screamed. He tried to move again but the arms behind him held him tight and the mouth continued to do incredible things to his cock that he had never felt before. Not one of the women he had been with even came close to what this man was doing to him. He was terrified but it felt so good at the same time. By his left ear a voice softly in a half whisper said. "Doesn't that feel so fucking good Marc, I know you love it don't you? I'll bet even Marissa isn't this good is she" " How the fuck do you know about Marissa" he cried barely able to get the words out. He could feel that he was going to cum soon if this guy kept up.... "Ohhnnn fuck stop man.. I don't... I... I'm gonna..." while this was going on the other man behind him was licking his ear and kissing his neck. It was feeling so erotic, the sexual tension combined with the frustration and anger and embarrassment that he was feeling .... It all combined as all of a suddenly he reached the point of no return and exploded in an orgasm like he had never had before. His cum came spewing out into the man's mouth. He could hear the man sucking and slurping as he tried to swallow. All the while the other man was kissing him all over and continued to work at his ears, cooing and whispering to him how pleasurable it must be for him. That's what was disturbing him so much, he had enjoyed it like never before. In spite of himself he had leaned back in the couch as the cum flowed and had released several groans that could only be taken as groans of extreme pleasure and release. When it was over and he had spent himself, one of the men kissed him on the mouth and whispered ..." we'll leave you alone for a bit now stud, but we'll be back " He heard them move away and then he heard the door open and the car start and drive away. He struggled to get up and try to get away but he only fell. Then he felt a pair of hands help him get up again and settle him back on the couch. "Now Marc you didn't think that we would leave you totally alone did you?" A moment later he felt the man sit beside him again. "I brought you a beer" He put the bottle up to Marc's mouth " "Your beer is "Blue" right?" That's what we got for you" Marc was exhausted with tension and nerves, "How do you know these things about me?" He whispered hoarsely "We've made it our business to know as much about you as we can man" Marc with the help of the other man drank the beer down. About a half hour later the other man returned. "So how are we doing guys?" Marc heard him coming over to where he was. The man kissed him "Hi lover, you are lookin so good man!" Marc felt his cock being touched and briefly stroked. He jerk away "fuck you" he snarled "Yeah well I expect at least that buddy... can't wait to have you fuckin me. " He laughed Marc was quiet. The other guy laughed as well. "Oh yeah man yer gonna love to have that rod poundin in you, I couldn't believe the force that the cum came spurting out before, you've got one hot pecker Marc, the guys are really gonna love you" "You fuckin Bastards, growled Marc "I'm gonna kills you's all" "Well that may be but right now we have about a half hour to get you all cleaned up so we're gonna shower together man" Jason looked at Pete and smiled as they got the man up and onto his feet. His ankles were still shackled so he could only take short steps as they led him to the shower. They both undressed exposing their own beautiful rods now fully erect at the thought and sight of this beautiful if angry man they had in their control. Jason came up behind Marc and hugged him and gently began to hump against his ass with his cock probing at the man's cheek crack. "Feel that Marc? That's my little man knockin at your door. Pete held Marc who was trying to get away from Jason, cursing all the while "Relax man, it's gonna happen whether you want it or not.... It just doesn't hurt as much when you don't fight it, although my friend is big and it will hurt, I think you'll learn to enjoy it before the weekend's out." Jason kissed the man on the back of his neck as he continued to move his cock along Marc's ass and between his legs. Pete in the meantime got the water running and warming up. They then led Marc into the spacious shower. It was big enough to accommodate five or six at a time ... and often did. The Stall was set-up with a halter and straps such that a person could be restrained under the shower without someone having to hold him. Pete and Jason "tied" Marc in. "What are you doing?!?!?" Cried Marc. " Just something to help us buddy, so that we can both wash you without having to hold you up. " Laughed Pete they carefully untied Marc's arms and clasped first one then other into a pair of restrains for that purpose hanging from the ceiling of the shower. His leg shackles remained on but were also secured to a strap that was attached to the floor. The shower itself had 4 showerheads all going at the same time so that one could shower or be showered without having to turn around. This allowed for what was happening to Marcel at this point. Jason and Pete each took a bar of soap and began to lather Marc down. Jason continuing at Marc's back, once he had the man's back soaped good held him close and allowed himself to slide up and down on his back in a sensuous manner. He worked the soap in between the ass cheeks gently probing at the man's hole, sliding first one finger then a second in past the sphincter. Marcel groaned as he did. At the same time Pete was soaping down Marc's chest and belly taking his time to massage the man's chest, tweaking at his nipples and kissing his face. He worked his way down the gorgeous torso to the cock of the man that was "not a fag" but that had an apparently raging hardon going while he was in the shower with two men. "Ohhhnnn Marc," Pete exclaimed "You are looking mighty fine" Marc didn't respond, he had never been so humiliated in all his life. "Okay guy I'm going to wash your rod, now don't worry the soap we're using won't cause you any burning pain, but you are gonna feel fucking good man." Pete grabbed Marc's cock and began lubricated with the soap to slowly slide his hand up and down this magnificent piece of flesh. Marc couldn't help himself from groaning, he could feel another orgasm building. Pete watched Marc closely as he worked the man's cock, and several times brought Marc to the brink of orgasm and then stop. He smiled as he saw this fag hater groaning out his obvious pleasure as two men were working him, one at his ass the other on his cock. "Just a couple more minutes then we'll have to get you dried off stud" he said, more for Jason's benefit than for Marcel. Jason in the mean time was busy at the back.. because of the whole experience with Pete working Marc's cock, Marc seemed to be totally relaxed in the back. First one finger went, in then two. Jason gently finger fucked for several moments before pulling his fingers back out. He again washed the man's ass with soap, rinsing it good and then attacked it with his mouth and tongue... He opened the cheeks and slide his tongue first then forced his face at Marcs' asshole, his tongue probing at the opening. Marc obviously responded but being bound and having Pete also working the front, all he could respond with was a loud moan, begging him to stop. "This man loves what is happening to him" thought Jason "he just has too many inhibitions" After a few moments eating the man out ... Jason stood up and finger fucked him again this time adding another finger.... Then lathering down his own cock, nodding to Pete, he slowly started to enter Marc's now quite relaxed asshole. Marcel gasped in pain as he felt something quite large forcing it's way into his ass. Jason gave a little push and his cockhead was in, he waited a few seconds and then slide his whole eight inches right in. Marcel cried out in pain and then was quiet. Jason whispered in his ear "You are fucked my man, I'm wearing you on my cock" Marc groaned "You bastard, you're not going to get away with this" Jason laughed and pulled out. "Well my man, we are going to get away with it, and I am going to finish this later, my cock and your ass were made for each other, but now we have to get ready for the party man" They turned off the shower and untied him, rebound his wrists but this time to the front of his body and led him out of the shower stall. There they dried him off, making sure there was plenty of contact with the appropriate parts of his body. After he was dry they fixed his hair and brought him back out in the main room. This time however they secured him to a place in the centre of the room. His leg shackles again were fastened to a chain on the floor and his arms were raised above him and secured to a short chain that hung from the ceiling. He had nothing to lean against, he could not sit. If he fell his arms would keep him up. He could also not kick or even raise his knees. Pete offered him another beer but Marc declined. His mind was racing. What more could they be planning on doing to him? Who else was and how many others were coming, and what were they going to do? He didn't have long to wait. One of his captors had barely finished offering him the beer when they heard the arrival of another vehicle. Someone kissed him and whispered "Let the festivities begin" Someone outside let out a war whoop and soon Marc could hear the sounds of several voices and sets of feet approaching the cottage. "Do you have him? "How is he??" "How is he responding?" There was a lot of laughing as he heard the original two describing their day. "This is so fuckin rich man, this is better than beating the shit out of him!!" I can't wait to get a piece of his ass " Marc realised that he was sweating with dread of what was about to happen to him. He thought he could hear at least three or four new voices. The door opened and he could hear them all trooping in. A hush came over the group. Marc felt as though their eyes were boring right through him. Someone walked over to him: "Guys I want to introduce my best buddy to you... this is Marc, we already know each other very well. With that Marc felt a pair of lips brush against his. He pulled his head away as he heard the others laugh. He heard them approach. "Ohhnnn fuck nice bod" said one voice as some one touched his chest squeezing his nipples and then slid his hand down to his rod. "Let me just have a quick taste" said another and Marc gave out a gasp in spite of himself as a hot mouth sucked his cock in and then let it go again He felt the blood rising in his face with embarrassment. "This couldn't be happening to him!!!" He said nothing, what could he say? They were in total control, he could do nothing. "Okay guys" a rather authoritative voice Marc hadn't heard before intoned. "It is time for the trial so lets go get ready" There was more chatter and a moving about, but Marc couldn't make out what was going on. Jason looked at Marc standing there, half hanging on his arms. He looked so pathetic, Jason almost felt sorry for him... almost. He looked over at Joe who nodded. They were all ready. Jason walked over to Marc. "Marc" he said "you have been charged with the brutal attacks on five of our friends as well as issuing threats and death threats on others, including myself, you are here today to be tried for these crimes, what do you have to say? Guilty or not Guilty?" "FUCK YOU ALL" "Ok Marc we'll take that as a not guilty. The trial will begin. You are about to face your accusers" With a quick movement Jason removed the blindfold from Marc's eyes. It was several moments before Marc could adjust to the light, as his sight came back to him he made out seven men all naked except for a Zorro type mask. One man was sitting and seemed to be in charge. "Marcel Dupont we are not too happy with you. We don't know what we did to you or why you hate us but you actions are not acceptable so we have decided that you have to be punished." "When we wondered how to punish you, some of our number wanted to do what you had done to some of us. But we have decided to do something different." "This weekend you are going to be the guest of honour at an orgy. Ever been to an orgy Marc?" "I understand that your chauffeur and partner have already given you a bit of a foretaste of what you can expect. I gather from what they told me, that you seemed to be enjoying yourself with them" There was a little laughter there. Marc just hung his head as he pondered the horror of what was happening to him. "Having said that you should just relax and enjoy, I know we will. We have a lot of surprises in store for you this weekend, and you are going to be the recipient of our pleasure. Basically Marcel you are about to be gang raped, but nothing really violent and who knows maybe by the end of your time with us you might find it not so much rape as consensual. A lot depends how you respond to us and how much trouble you do or do not give us." Marcel looked up in a sort of daze of unbelief. "At least Marc you know what is about to happen. The people that you beat up didn't have a chance. Now the tables are turned man, we probably will not do you any real physical damage like you did to those men, but you can rest assured that this will go with you the rest of your life. " The 'judge' reached behind him and produced a hand gun "On the other hand if you give us anymore hassle and bad mouth, well... like who knows you're even here? You know what to do guy" Marc didn't think they would kill him but the man was right who knew where he was? They could kill him and know one would ever know. What the fuck was he going to do. Why had he allowed himself to go so far in the first place? Tears started in his eyes and coursed down his cheeks. __________________________________________ "Let the weekend begin" was intoned by the judge. All the men moved as one toward the man hanging by his hands in the middle of the room. Marc closed his eyes. There were hands all over him, caressing his chest, stroking and grabbing at his cock which was almost immediately erect. There were fingers around and in his ass. One man was at his feet sucking on his toes. It actually felt incredible. Another person we licking his ears and then was kissing his neck. Marc gasped as someone started sucking on his cock. He groaned out loud, louder than he had wanted because everyone seemed hear him, commenting that he must like what was happening. He wanted to scream that he wasn't a fag that he wanted to leave that he was going to kill them all, but he didn't seem to have the energy or courage, or even desire. He was so tired. His entire body was tingling from the attention they were giving it. He didn't know how long they kept the "attack", if you could call it that, up but it seemed like hours. Time and time again they brought him to the verge of orgasm only to let it subside again. They had him moaning, they had him pleading for release. His body was glistening with sweat. Just when he thought he could take no more, his legs so weak he could barely stand on them anymore, and his arms aching from holding him up, the man whose voice he recognised as the driver that brought him here, came and kissed him on the mouth and said: "I think it is time to give Marc a break guys. A nice warm shower and then we can sit for a while ... or something what do you think Marc?" Marc just nodded. Jason watched Marc as he and the others licked and kissed and prodded and sucked and poked ever centimetre of his body. He could see on the man's face total and complete humiliation. It was exhilarating to have such total control over a man that had terrorised them for so long. This had to be the ultimate in pay back. After about an hour of this continual ravaging never allowing the man to actually cum, always having the others pull back just when he was at the verge of release, Jason noticed that Marc seemed to be sagging in his restraints. He was obviously exhausted from having hung there since the afternoon. It was time to give him a break to rest after a fashion, but not a break in the humiliation. Now what He, Jason had begun that afternoon in the shower he was now going to finish. They careful freed Marc from the bands that held his arms, and unfastened his shackles from the chains on the floor. He almost collapsed as his arms were freed, but Jason was there to catch him and with the man leaning on him they led him away to the shower room. Several of the men coming along to help in the "cleansing" Marc was clearly not going anywhere and there were four of them in the shower with him so they didn't bother tying him up. As the water poured down on them they lathered their prisoner up paying special attention to his cock. The other three were going to continue working on Marc's cock being careful not to allow him to cum as Jason positioned himself behind. Jason soaped Marcel's back and then holding him close as he had in the afternoon began to slide his own body sensually against Marc's kissing at his neck and whispering in his ear "You like this don't you buddy" " I want to have you... and now I'm going to have you" Jason slipped first one then two fingers into the man's ass, slowly finger fucking him for several moments. Marc was groaning at the attention he was being given both in front and behind, Jason felt him jerk a little and then gasp slightly as one finger first entered him. After several moments Jason added a third finger. Marc moaned out an expression of pain as Jason forced his fingers right into the man's ass, stretching the sphincter muscle against it's will "That's ok man, you'll get used to it in a moment" he whispered in to Marc's ear... "after tonight you'll be amazed what you can take back there" He laughed softly then kissed the back of Marc's neck... He continued to use his fingers to continue to fuck the man's ass. Slowly he could feel Marcel relaxing, bit by bit. He was almost ready. He motioned one of the other men there to come over and lather down his own cock to make it well lubricated. As the man did so it was all he could do not to cum right there.. "Ooooohhhnn fuck!!! No... no... that's enough" he muttered "I'm ready " He slowly pulled his fingers out, telling Marc what he was about to experience. "Well Marc, are you ready? This is going to start like this afternoon, remember? Only this time I'm gonna finish the job... and the when I'm done these other guys are going to have a turn as well. You will be good and well fucked by the time we're all done... so enjoy" As he said this, bringing one arm around Marc's torso, he guided his cock to the waiting hole. He probed briefly then with a little shove forced his cockhead in past the sphincter. "Fuck this man was tight" he thought . Marc moaned out loud ... "AAAaaaaooowww fuck no man don't do this to me" The others just laughed. Jason spoke into Marc's ear, "Did you stop when you beat up that old man Marc? Did you think about how he must have felt? How about that other guys.... How about those two that you chased down, did you think about their feelings? Well fuck you too man" With that he rammed his cock into Marc's ass to the hilt. Marc screamed in pain. Jason now had both arms around him and held him tight, the other men gathering around to keep them both standing. Jason was hot both with anger and with the eroticism of the moment. He was so horny, his cock was so engorged with blood it hurt. He continued to pound in and out of this hot ass. Finally with a great groan he felt the cum roiling up his swollen rod and explode inside Marc. "OOOOHHHNNNNN FUUUUUCK YESSSSS!!!!! He screamed Marcel just wailed his humiliation As Jason finally caught his breath and pulled himself away, Pete moved in to replace him. Marcel didn't have a chance to recover from the first onslaught before another cock forced it's way into his body. This one seemed to be somewhat thicker but he no longer felt any pain. He tried to move away but the other men held him in place. Pete rammed his way in. There was no hesitation at the "door" not consideration of allowing any time for relaxing the muscle ... no Pete rammed his large rod straight in as far as it would go with one mighty shove, and a great sigh of pleasure as the heat of the receiving body enveloped his member. Marcel screamed in pain. His ass felt like it was being torn apart. Pete had been so horny by this time that it did not take him long to empty his balls into this hot writhing ass. The screams and moans, the moving of the body to his invasion drove him to a fantastic orgasm within only a few moments. Pete almost collapsed as he came Jason and Mack holding him up. Marcel could not longer stand, his knees were giving out, he was sobbing, and pleading for them to stop. But it was not to be. They turned off the shower, lay a couple towels down and brought in a low padded bench over which they "draped" Marc, allowing him to kneel on the towels. It was Mack's turn. He was smaller than both Jason and Pete and Marc almost found it pleasant as the "new" man entered him. He only groaned lightly , but continued to sob out his agony. They ignored him, the sobbing and the movement the sobs caused in his body only increased the pleasure for the men. Mack was quickly followed by Jon and then three other men. When it was over Marcel continued to just lay there draped over the bench, until a couple of the men came to him and stood him up. Again the showers were turned on. Marcel felt himself being washed down again. One of the men kneeled down behind him and began to lick his ass. It almost felt good to him. He just stood there and let it happen. Finally the showers were turned off and with a couple huge warm towels they quite gently dried him of. He felt so horrible, he just wanted to get out of there. The "driver" came and put his arm around him, he put his arm over the man's shoulder and allowed himself to be lead back into the main room. The man helped him sit down on the chesterfield and sat beside him. Once they were seated the man drew him close and had Marcel "snuggle" in to him. He shortly fell into a fitful sleep. They decided to let Marc sleep for a while.