Evil Dudes by Randy MacAnus
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This is a story of rape and sexual enslavement of a straight college student. by gay men. The student they choose has gotten away with raping a girl. , Evil Dudes
By Randy MacAnus
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This is a story of rape and sexual enslavement of a straight college student. by gay men. If this sort of thing is not legal for you to read, or offends you, don’t read it. All characters are 18 or over.
“That’s him.”
I looked through the binoculars, and saw a slender, blue-eyed blond twink, in running shorts and sneakers, with his t-shirt off and stuffed in the back of his shorts. He had excellent definition, but no bulk to speak of. He wore his hair mid-length and kind of shaggy. It hung down appealingly over one eye.
I knew from Frank’s research that he was 5 feet 11 inches and 156 pounds. No visible body fat. According to girls who had dated him, his dick was slightly above average. Not that it would matter. He wouldn’t be having much use for it.
A Freshman here at the college, but had not joined a Fraternity. He lived off campus. No roommate. He had okay grades, but was undistinguished and unnoticed, academically.
He had a fake id, so he could go out for a beer, but never got drunk. He almost never had more than one. He didn’t cause trouble in bars, and didn’t socialize much. He’d just sit and nurse his beer for a bit, hit on a girl or two sometimes, and go back to his apartment.
He had played soccer in high school, but had not gone out for any sports in college. He got around on his bicycle. Or at least he had been, since the start of spring. What he had done in the winter, we didn’t know or care.
He had plenty of dates with girls at the start of the year, and had not had any trouble getting laid. But the girls had figured out what an asshole he was, and word had spread. He hadn’t had a date in months, which was probably part of the reason why he had slipped a roofie to a girl and raped her.
The court ruled insufficient evidence, so he got off scot-free. He may not have gone to prison, but the incident cost him the three male friends he’d had. Girls wouldn’t go near him.
He was perfect for us.
The four of us were looking to make some serious cash by producing gay porn. But not just any gay porn. Kinky, nasty and even violent gay porn. Like you see from Russia and Eastern Europe.
We figured we found ourselves a niche. Most of the porn that was supposed to be rapey or non consensual was lame, because it was clear the victim didn’t actually mind. None of these people are actors, of course. So we figured, if we really gang raped someone, (ideally, a straight boy, who would be less likely to get into it,) it would be a lot more intense and, well… real.
The problem, of course, was selling the resulting porno without getting arrested, when the guy filed charges. We felt we had a solution to that. If we were wrong, we just wouldn’t release a video.
We decided our victim should be a straight boy, who was cute and had a vulnerable look. Definitely, not someone with any sort of martial arts or self-defense skills. We didn’t want to fuck up someone’s life who was a good person, so our target had to be deserving (in our judgment) of what we were going to do to him.
This guy was maybe a couple of inches taller than our initial victim profile called for, but we were all big guys, so we figured it would probably look like a fairer match-up. Hah!!
There were four of us. The shortest was six foot three. The tallest six foot five. We all worked out. None of us were less than 210 pounds or more than 5% body fat. We all trained in martial arts. We all had big fat dicks. And we all liked power sex.
“Do we know his plans for Spring Break?” I asked Frank.
“Yeah. He hasn’t got any. Since the rape incident, even his parents have disowned him. They still pay for his college, but that’s it. He doesn’t have the money to travel, so he’s staying here, in his little apartment.”
“Then let us gently suggest he spend his spring break with us.”
“Or longer, if we decide to keep him,” said Frank.
General laughter all around.
We had been careful. We knew he was completely unaware of us. Yet we knew everything we needed to know about him, including his schedule and habits.
The next afternoon was the last day of class before Spring Break. He always rode home on his bicycle, through a substantial forest that lay between the campus and the town where he had found his cheap apartment.
It was a well-traveled route during the day. But once classes and the afternoon rush home were done, (around 4:00) the paths through the forest were virtually deserted.
So, Frank deflated, then punctured our victim’s rear tire, while he was in his last class. His rear wheel didn’t have quick release, so it would take him more time to remove, patch, inflate and remount than the front tire would.
Sure enough, the little shit spent nearly an hour fixing his tire, bitching and swearing the whole time. By the time he was done, it was almost 5:00. When we “encountered” him in the forest, we would have him all to ourselves.
The path he always took crossed a dirt road near the end of the forest. At that point he was almost home, tired and sweaty. And still angry about the tire, so he wasn’t really paying any attention.
We had our black van parked in the woods, off the road. No one had passed by in nearly 40 minutes. We had our Go Pros set up in the area where the action would take place. We didn’t want to use larger cameras, as we didn’t want him knowing we were shooting video.
We grabbed him off his bike at a sharp curve in the bike path, where he had to slow down. We were all dressed in black shorts and black steel-toed work boots, plus black ski masks. No shirts. I have to say, we looked very hot, with our muscular definition on full display.
And it matched what he wore when he rode. Except his shorts were red, and he wore sneakers. His shirt was in his backpack, and his lock and chain were being worn diagonally across his chest.
I grabbed his backpack as he passed me and pulled him completely off his bike. As he hit the ground, I gave him a quick hard kick in the balls. He doubled up as Frank grabbed the backpack and pulled it off of him. Mike pulled his arms behind him and zip tied each wrist above the opposite elbow.
He was still in terrible pain, completely confused and disoriented, and was already nearly helpless. He twisted, squirmed, and kicked out with his legs, to no effect. It did look great on the cameras, though! Frank and Mark each grabbed a foot, spread his legs and locked a spreader bar between his knees.
He finally looked up at us for the first time. When he saw us, his pretty blue eyes went wide with fear. He hadn’t put two and two together yet, but he knew he was in deep shit.
“Don’t hurt me, dudes!”
The four of us grinned. Not much of the grins showed through the ski masks, but enough to cause the little bastard to whimper. Mike pulled his hunting knife out of it’s sheath and let the kid see it. The bitch opened his mouth wide to scream, which is when Mark shoved the spider gag into his mouth, and locked it behind his head.