Prompt Post #17
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The smell of mildew and sweat was the first thing Kurt noticed when he was ripped into consciousness. Second he noticed a sore feeling all over his body. Trying to stretch, he found himself unable to. Then he began to panic. Memories flooded his memory of walking down the dark street, on his way home, and being grabbed. He remembered the unfamiliar smell waft in front of his face followed by crushing darkness.
Panic took over. He began to squirm. A booming laugh echoed through his ears as he struggled. More laughter joined the first. “Hey guys,” said a voice. “Looks like our lady boy is awake and ready to play.”
"Come on, fag,” said a different voice. "Open your eyes.” Still addled due to whatever drug they’d used on him, he couldn’t really understand what was going on.
I’m dreaming, Kurt tried to convince himself, his eyes shutting even tighter.
A rough hand came down on his ass with a sickening slap. Kurt cried out but it was muffled by something in his mouth. It felt rubbery and large. Like a ball gag he’d seen the one time he tried watching porn.
Calming down, Kurt tried to figure out his surroundings, tuning out the sounds of the men. First, he noticed his state of undress: complete nakedness. That made the panic worse. Naked and tied down, there was really only one that would come from that. After he realized his face was flat down on a rank smelling mattress, hands tied-with what felt like coarse hemp rope-behind his back. His legs were spread apart and his ankles were tied down to his thighs so his heels dug into the bottom of his ass cheeks. Trying to move his legs he found that his ankles were also tied to his hands. There was no way he could move. He was trapped.
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One man with red hair walked up in front of him, kneeled all the way down and spoke directly into Kurt’s ear. “Listen up, bitch. Me and my buddies here need to teach you a lesson about shoving your fag ways in everyone’ face. Being a fag is a decision. A disgusting choice for your life. We’ll change your mind. After this, you won’t want anyone touching you. Or that’s what we hope but all sick fags love tons of dicks up their asses, don’t they?”
Kurt let out a sob that was supposed to be a “no.”
“Anyway, It is everything a little whore like you deserves.”
Kurt sobbed. He was a virgin, not a whore. He was certain though, from the sound of the man, his predicament, and the other 5 men in the room, that he would not get out of this with his virginity.
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