THE ANNEX

THE ANNEX 19

                               PETER
                      FIRST  PERSON

The closet? Those motherfuckers!!! They know no one can sleep like this, bastard fucking pigs!!
I can hear them, they're fucking.  They're fucking Reggie, my supposedly fucking chaperone or whatever.

George made sounds like that. God I miss that old fuck. Even though he threw me away, too.

I met George after I was drugged at a local gay bar, I don't remember much after downing my drink. It was black when I woke up, it was cold. I was cold. Fuck! I hurt all over. I laid their, conscious but not yet awake. I couldn't move, I couldn't understand where I was or why I was there.
My butt was being hit, not spanked but hit with something metal. I felt my pants being pulled down, then something stabbed into my butt. I was being raped, after a while another thing in my butt. Maybe I blacked out. The next thing I feel is warm water splashing my face. I can't see who's there with me. Big, dark clothes, hitting me with something. I felt my asshole stretch as something was shoved in. Later, I was told it was a metal table leg.
I think I passed out again.
I felt I was moving but didn't feel my feet walking, didn't see where I was going.

Two days later I woke up. I called for my mom. The bed was clean and warm, I thought I must be home. Mom came to rescue me.
Looking back, every time I woke up in a new place I expected mom to be there, looking at me.
I could never remember the last time she smiled.
I smelled food. Something hot and god! It smelled good. A tray table had been moved to where I was lying, a bowl of red something and a sandwich. I saw a face with a smile looking at me. Mom? Is that you? Thoughts of my mother filled my head. But no, it's not her, she never smiled.
A white-haired man sat next to the bed and told me to eat. I must not have moved because I recall him guiding a spoonful of the red something to my mouth. He said I needed to open my mouth, but I was so muddled. I think I thought what's my mou......oh, yeah. My mouth. The man fed me a bowl of the most delicious tomato soup I'd ever tasted. Slowly he said. That white-haired old man with the smile kept spooning the soup into my mouth.
We were silent for a long time. He had fed me the soup and a bite of the melted cheese sandwich. I must have fallen asleep.

I was alone. Nowhere to live.  No money. This nice man rescued me and took care of me. As soon as I felt better I stole his wallet and left. It was summer, it was warm outside so a couple nights in the park were just uncomfortable, not debilitating.
The third day I went back to his house and left the wallet between his screen door and front door. I took some money to buy something to eat but that was all.
The next day George found me in the park. I was trying to get money from guys for sex. Wasn't working. They wanted the sex but wouldn't pay me.
George saw me and without a word took my hand and took me to his house. That night I crawled into his bed while he was asleep. I just wanted to feel close to someone. To not feel so alone.
He woke up, surprised to find his cock in my mouth. The look of surprise melted into a warm, and what I thought to be welcoming,  smile.
We had a silent breakfast, I tried talking but it was clear he wasn't going to talk.
We got in his car, I was so excited  about going somewhere with him. Like we were friends or family or something.
He left me at the front desk at the Academy. Before I could bolt, Alex took me by the arm.
Deserted again, thrown away again, fuck everybody!! That became my motto. My words to live by.
And here I am tied up, laying in some shitheads closet while they fuck right outside the door.
Fuck!!!  I have to pee!!

I woke up when the closet door opened. Hallelujah!! My bodyguard. I guess we're going to the bathroom, finally.
"I'm taking out the plug and I'll leave it out for the time being, but it goes back in the minute you fuck up. I have to compensate so you'll wear a collar and leash."
Standing over the toilet peeing, I want to tell him what a motherfucker he is, but the gag won't come off til breakfast. Fucking collar and leash.
"You're welcome.....douche and I'll be outside"
I can't wait to get my hands on that piece of shit.
Breakfast is fruit, oatmeal and all the juice I can drink. Who do they think they are here? There's all kinds of food back there!!
As soon as the gag comes off I'm gonna scream my head off!!
"I'm taking off your gag, I'm sorry but I'll have to put one back in. If you say anything but thank you to the wait staff I'll put the dildo gag back and replace the butt plug."
The gag came off. The scream is on my tongue but......... why is this turd being nice?
"You have no speaking privileges so just behave and this should be over with in a day or two."
"A DAY OR TWO......?....WHAT THE FU...."
The dildo gag is pushed back in my mouth and I'm pushed over the table. Fuck!! Everybody gets to watch while the butt plug is shoved in my asshole as they eat their ham and fucking eggs
"Let's go"
I'm out back in the sling, chained to the straps. But this time my butt is seated different for some reason.
"All set. Sorry you didn't get to eat. We'll try again at lunch."
He's not even mad. At least he doesn't sound mad. Huh!!

"Hey Peter. Enjoy your breakfast?" Rhys the comic, "you'll join us on the pool table today.  See you in a bit"
I guess he's off to blow all the old retirees here. Some sex pig, takes care of old guys. Lame. This whole "Academy " is lame. Once I'm out of this get up I'm gone. And fuck you George for dumping me here.

"You fucked up kid. For George to bring you here you must have really pissed him off. "
Am I supposed to answer this old man?  I'm wearing a gag asshole!!
"Today you'll be a sex pig trainee. After the pool table fun Rhys will take you  on his rounds with him. Tomorrow Wiley  will have your sorry ass to drag around with him. "
Smiling this guy turns and heads back to the card table.
"Oh", the man looked back at me, smiling "They're filming a video with Raymond tomorrow, maybe they'll let you be an extra. "
Yeah, and the horse you ride in on, old bag of bones!! So I'm in the gang bang, huh?  Looked fun yesterday, but to watch not participate. Maybe I'll get the plug out, maybe getting fucked by a bunch of limp dick old codgers won't be so bad.....sad....but not bad.

I lived a lot of different places, one guy picked me up at the park and I stayed with him until he kicked me out. He was always high, always had drugs, pot, plenty of liquor. And guys. Every night some bunch of guys would show up and they'd all smoke, drink and fuck. Not slick looking porn star guys, just everyday guys. Some fat, some old, some crazy; I loved watching them fuck. Half stoned, I was surprised when they found the hole. I didn't realize he was a drug dealer until the cops came banging on the door. The guy just pointed to the back of the place. I got out.

Should be a depressing gang  bang today. Another reason to bust out first chance I get.
Right on time! Rhys hops up on the pool table shoulder and spreads his legs. Gaping today. One of these old fucks must have used a dildo, or maybe even a strap on. Two guys that were following Rhys  waste no time moving in to their "sex pig's" asshole.
"Where you want it, pig?"  The guy is asking where Rhys wants something? What's that about?
"Mouth!!"
The man climbs up on the table and bends Rhys back. As soon as his head hits the table this guy shoved an obviously hard cock into his  mouth. Wow. Theatrically he's pulling out and aiming his cock right into Andy's mouth.
Damn!! Now that's some load. Rhys  swallowed a couple times and stuck out his tongue.
"Swallow the rest of it, pig!!" The man said.
All the time this spectacle is happening, the sex pig's ass is repeatedly getting fucked. And no cocks here look soft. What's going on?

Fuck me!! I'm carried to the table, my head hanging over the shoulder, the dildo gag replaced with some spreader thing. A tub is on the floor below me. What's that for?
My legs are lifted and the plug is pulled out. As soon as I hear it pop on it's exit, a warm cock jabs in. This cock is hard, too. And long.
A guy fucking Rhys  pulls out and brings his cock to my face. He fucks my mouth for a minute, stops and returns his cock to Rhys's ass.
The man who talked to me in the sling stands in front of me aiming his cock at my spread wide open mouth.
Warm piss makes me gag, spewing it back out of my mouth.
"Better start swallowing, that  bucket will be funneled into your mouth when we're all done with you pigs. Don't fret, throw up all you want. It'll go into the bucket. "
The volume around me was confusingly loud. Rhys  telling "daddy"to fuck him harder; to put his cum in his mouth" and many other carnal encouragements. The men are treating us like whores, spitting, slapping and calling us all the shitty curses they can think of.

I'm not sure how long this lasted, right now I'm laying on the floor of the same closet as the night before. I'll sleep tonight I think, the party in the pool table room lasted through the lunch time and into the afternoon.  Mercifully the bucket was't added to the "gallons" of piss still sitting in my stomach. My head was, however held to the floor by someone's boot for me to kick up all the spills. Andy's and mine.
But that wasn't the worst of the day.
Rhys  pulled me by the leash to three or four rooms where the residents still wanted to fuck us. Rhys  got it easy; the guys fucked the shit out of me, dumping  their cum in his ass or his mouth; his choice.
Could t eat anything for dinner. My stomach warned me of what would happen. Blowing chunks is what came to mind.
Here I lay, washroom break with no shower, ass leaking, face caked, and praying for sleep.
My last thoughts of the day are about the day in the dungeon tomorrow. I'm going to fall asleep to the groans and yells of the three fucking in the bed in the other side of the sliding door.