I've Actually Got A Chance

Chapter 8

 "Undress." I did as commanded. And then he took my glasses along with my clothes. To put this one in short without all of the awful details, I was raped again, twice. The total was now three times.

"Good little gay boy." He said smacking my butt. "Got a nice piece of ass there."

I winced. That hurt because I was already in pain, plus I still had that thing on. He then handcuffed me to the bed so I couldn't even fix the problem. It was starting to really hurt. He left. Of course.

 Alex came back a while later with Cameron and Malike. "Gay boy over here is really good at blow jobs." Alex complimented. I think. "Plus he's got a nice piece of ass."

"I will agree with you on the ass part. But the blow job I got wasn't very good." Cameron said. They still haven't removed the thing and I was starting to squirm.

"Stop moving faggot." Malike spoke up.

"Hurts." I whimpered.

"Oh, is the little gay baby gonna cry now?" Malike mocked.

"What hurts?" Alex snarled. I looked down at my dick. "Oh. Maybe if you'd done it right the first time, I would have removed it."

"What do you mean 'first time'?" Cameron asked.

"The first time around when I told him to swallow, he spit it out."

"Is that so? I think he deserves more punishment." Cameron stated smirking evilly.

"We could get some pretty decent money from that ass of his." Malike said.

"Nononononono! You guys do whatever. I don't want to be sold to strangers though. Please." I pleaded.

"Fine. We won't sell you yet." Cameron concluded. "Instead, you're going to stay here for a day or two." They all smirked evilly. It meant it was literally going to be constant sex. I was always going to be doing one of them.

Alex walked over and removed the hand cuffs from the bed, they were still around my wrists, but my hands were usable. I spoke too soon. He put a blind fold over my eyes. I could see nothing. I think they left, because I heard footsteps walk away. I removed the thing and started to get myself off to be rid of the pain.

A little while later someone came back. They took the hand cuffs from around one wrist and attached it to what I assume to be the bed. This person raped me. The new grand total was four times.  

I guess they left because nothing happened for a while. I removed the blind fold a little. The room was empty. I put the blindfold back on and removed the thing on my cock again. I started to get myself off. It felt much better. Everything hurt though, from having that thing on preventing me from cuming and things being shoved up my ass.

I just realized that last person was completely silent. I had no idea who it was. They lied. They were gonna sell me to random people. I had to force myself not to cry. How did I get myself into this mess? Oh that's right, by being gay. I've never ever wished I was straight, until then. I hated myself.

I heard footsteps again. All four guys came in. I could tell by the voices.

"I heard you say something during that time. Is that so?" Cameron asked.

"Yes." I answered quietly.

"Why would that be?"

"I don't know."

"The hell you don't know. You had to have had a reason to say something. I want the truth. Or else." He threatened.

"I tried to remove the blind fold so I could at least see who it was because they were being completely silent except for moans. They stopped me and so I said 'damn it' on accident. I promise I didn't mean to."