ORGANISED RAPE

by Shag Bag

 

 

The instructions had been by telephone and were short and precise.

 

“You will go to No 18 Sunderland Avenue at 3-30pm precisely and ring the doorbell three times”

 

I arrived promptly as instructed having left a copy of the message pinned to the notice board at home..... just in case.   Safety precautions are always taken when I’m meeting complete strangers.

 

Pinned to the door was an envelope simply marked “David.    Read and obey”

I opened and read a new instruction. “You need not ring the doorbell! You will now go back to the main road and turn right three streets along is Stansfield Road. Go to No 43 and go through the gate at the side of the house. In the garden there is a large shed. Wait there”.

So I set off - slightly perturbed as I would be unable now to leave any message that the address had altered as I’d rather stupidly not left the answering machine switched on in my hurry to get away promptly that morning.

I arrived at the house.   It was a typical suburban detached house with a well kept front garden, there was no sign of life to be seen so I went down the path to the side as instructed.   There was a large lawned back garden and, at the far end, was the shed.     On approaching there was yet another envelope pinned to the door.  “Turning into treasure hunt,” I murmured.

“You will enter the shed and close the door. You will strip completely except for shoes and socks. On the workmate in the centre of the shed you will see a blindfold. Open the shed door to show you have completed the instructions. Bend over the bench and put on the blindfold with your hands behind your back. Wait.”

Undressing carefully, I left on only shoes and socks as instructed.  I placed my clothes in a small pile on the shelf at the side.   They were minimal and I had brought nothing of value just the spare car key and that was parked several streets away - not in Sunderland Avenue even.  Then I opened the door.   This could be seen from the windows at the back of the house, so I assumed that someone was there waiting for the signal. I slipped the blindfold over my eyes and bent over the workbench gripping one wrist behind me with my other hand.

Then I waited for what seemed like forever before I heard the slight movement behind me.  A voice, very gently said, “Don’t move”

 

—oooOOOooo—

It was not the voice I’d spoken to before on the several occasions when everything had been set up.    This voice was less refined and sounder rather younger. The whole scene had taken a mere fortnight to happen.    The guy on the telephone had said that the machinery was already in place so it was simple to arrange.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning. I was driving to Yorkshire for a meeting when the mobile rang. The weather was dreadful and there were blizzards and as a result of some sort of accident ahead, traffic was crawling.   So I answered it, just basically to say, “ring back”

“Are you the guy in the advert on the net? The one about Wakefield?”   (I’d put an ad on one of the post boards hoping I might get a fuck in Wakefield.) “No - the one on Gay Universe saying you are good for groups”. This was news to me but no great surprise - I instantly assumed (correctly) that it was the work of someone I know who, with his mate and occasionally others, gives me a regular servicing and has often before put my number on cottage walls and the web. Nothing ventured - so I said “Yes it is” “Are you able to talk?” “I’m actually driving so it’s a bit difficult”. “OK I’ll call you back next week?”

“Yes, Fine”

“Very quickly - you like to be fucked?”

“Yes”

“You like a lot?”

“Yes”

“What’s the most number of guys you’ve had at a time?”

“Think it was about eleven or so - I was blindfolded at the time”

“You could take more?”

“I’d like to try!”

“OK sounds just what I want - What’s your name?”

“Dave”

“I’ll ring you Monday”

And that was it.    I completed the journey and by the time I reached Wakefield I’d completely forgotten.   It was not an unusual call - he was probably just turned on a bit by the concept and just wanted wank material.

So it was a great surprise when on the Monday afternoon back home, the mobile rang.

“Dave, we spoke on Friday afternoon........”

“Yes......”

“Are you interested in being gang fucked”?

The conversation was long and covered everything.     He told me that he was a guy who arranged get-togethers and scenes for men who liked to have group sex sessions with either men or women and, if I was willing, he could arrange one with me as the “centrepiece”

I told him about my likes and fantasies and of my past experience with group scenes.    I explained how I wanted to be tied up and helpless before being fucked even raped by a succession of guys whom I would never see, as I would be blindfolded.    That I would have no choice in who was using me nor know anything about their age, size, colour or shape! 

 He said that that was exactly the sort of thing he arranged it was decided that he would go away and think about it at his end, also giving me time to consider the implications.     I would, after all be used as nothing other than a fuck slave.  A sex toy without any choice in what was happening to me.  

The following week, I was away on holiday so again, I completely forgot about him.  Once again it was more likely to be a fantasy on his part.   I’d certainly been well turned on when he rang - I’d had a heavy wank after the call - but I’d probably never hear from him again.

I went away on my holidays for two weeks and had a wonderful time in the sunshine and a reasonable bit of sex as well.

On the Tuesday following my return the phone rang.

“Dave - are you still ready to be used?”

“Sorry????”

“We spoke a few weeks ago ......”

“Oh yes of course.....well I haven’t given it much more thought”

“So you’re not interested”

“Well yes - but.....”

“I’ve part arranged something for next week”

“Tell me more”

“You will have to expect a lot of use.   There would be 15 guys”

“Wow - but as I said last time, if I were tied up, I’d have no choice but to take them all”

“Yes you would - and several of them would probably want seconds”

“I’m tempted, can I have time to think overnight”

“Yes but I MUST know tomorrow.   Anything else you’d like to know? - ages? - sizes?”

“No - that’s part of the turn on for me - the not knowing”

“I’ll ring tomorrow”

And he did.................... So that is why I was bollock naked in a shed.....  with a man behind me.

 

—oooOOOooo—

 

“I’m going to secure your hands” said the voice.

I felt a wrist band being strapped to my left wrist and then one to the right.    With a snap - they were clipped together.

“Now I get to go first” said the voice.

There was no finesse.  He rammed himself right up me - I think he had possibly greased himself as it slipped in so easily.   I was fucked very hard for several minutes and, when he eventually came, it was with some force.  He withdrew and I was surprised that another cock was pushed straight in to replace him.   

As the second guy was pounding away, I felt a collar being put round my neck.

Presently he came, very noisily and I could feel the cum from both of them oozing out of my hole and dripping onto my legs.

“Now its time for a short trip” said a second voice and I was led off, pulled on a lead attached to the collar.  

“Stop”

I stopped and felt straps being put round my ankles.    Hands from behind under my arms and round my chest, someone else took my ankles and I felt myself lifted. 

“In case you’re wondering, you’re now in a car boot!”  

There was the clunk of the lid closing and I was in the dark.   Tied, blindfolded .......and just a bit  scared. 

 

—oooOOOooo—

 

The journey took maybe about half an hour and was very uncomfortable.    Each time the car turned a corner I  rolled and twas unable to wedge myself to stop this so I was knocked about.    I found myself worrying in case the air might run out or the car be in an accident and me left unknown for weeks......

 

The vehicle stopped and there was a rush of air as the boot was opened.

“Here he is Luke - all yours.    Geoff and me have already had a first crack at him”

 

The voice I knew from the telephone replied.

 

“That’s all right - means he’ll be lubricated.” 

 

To me ‘Now you’re here in our hands and its time for you to giove us all some fun”

 

“Yes Sir” I replied as had been pre-arranged.      I was to speak only when spoken to and then in as few words as possible, always adding “Sir”

 

“You have no idea where you are.    You are now at a remote location, so any noise you might make will not be heard.    Oh and I lied to you”

 

“Sir?”

 

“About there being 14 people using you”

 

“Fewer sir?”

 

“Good God no - twice that - there are twenty-eight of us.”

 

“But surely, with that many there will be other guys being fucked too?”

 

“SIR!”  I felt a slap

 

“Sir”

 

“No you are the only hole we are using.   You’ll take what we give and more.”

 

I was led again and a short time after found myself face down on what I think was a padded bench.   It felt Y-shaped and my legs were strapped to the Y shape so that my ass was available by anyone simply moving in between the spurs.      My chest was on the stem of the Y with my head and mouth at the base.

 

There was no ceremony.   I  was fucked. Again and again. I was spit roasted and both my mouth and ass were dripping with sperm.    This went on and on and I was unable to stop them.

 

It was why I had come,  I wanted fucking to the limit......but there had to be a limit.......

 

 “Please, no more” finally I pleaded.

 

The guy who was in me at the time just laughed and pounded all the harder.

 

“You’ve still got the doubles coming” he said.

 

Eventually there was a welcome pause and complete silence.      For about half an hour I was left alone and was actually beginning to doze despite the throbbing of my backside.

 

But the respite was brief, without warning another guy was in there.

 

“Sorry for the delay - we were all having a meal and watching Eastenders”

 

That meant it was now eight o’clock and they been using me for four and a half hours already.

I was again fucked repeatedly.

 

I’m going to untie you now” said my telephone man eventually.     I was untied and my legs were rubbed down - the circulation had gone so it was a great help though I got pins and needles.     Then I was put on a lead and taken to a toilet.    

 

I was able to take off the blindfold and empty myself of as much of the cum that I could.  It poured out what seemed to be half a pint.   I swilled my hands and face and wiped myself down as much as I could of the dried on sperm on my arse cheeks and legs.

 

“I’m coming back in - turn round and make sure the blindfold is on”

 

“Yes Sir”

 

I did so and was once again led off.

 

A voice spoke.     “Right cunt, its time for a bit more.   You’ve already had all of us up you and some of us have had you two or three times!     Now, to save time we’re going to go up two at a time”

 

The bands on my hands were snapped to connections on the corresponding ankles.    I was lifted and felt myself place onto a cock.  As far as I could tell I was facing the guy with my legs either side of him.   I was gently pushed forward and he with me.   At this point I felt something else.     It was another dick being pushed into my hole to join the first.   

 

The pain was unbearable and I screamed.      The response was immediate.   It was rammed home and there were now two cocks deep inside me together.

 

Then there was a smell.  Poppers on a rag were being held under my nose.   The drug relaxed me a little and it helped a lot.    I felt myself  lifted and dropped by some one else as the ones inside me thrust and pounded until eventually they both came, noisily and almost instantaneously together.

 

The ordeal over I relaxed.    Not for long - more p[oppers - I was lifted again and another 2 of them were in there.

 

“Just think” one of them said, “there are twenty eight of us - that’s fourteen pairs............and then of course we’ll change partners..............”

 

I remember another six sets then I passed out.

 

—oooOOOooo—

 

As I regained consciousness there was somebody inside me. There was no pain just a dull throbbing as he pounded away.  I was now facing upwards and by the feeling of it was in some sort of sling with my legs secured apart and upwards.

 

He withdrew but was immediately replaced by someone else.

 

“Lets play darts” said another voice

 

There was a murmur of agreement and I had the impression that the sling I was in was being swung backwards and forwards.