Rent
By David Waledich

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Copyright reserved 2003

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and 
has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.

All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. He does not condone actual violence against women or men, or non consensual sex. These stories are a sexual fantasy, nothing more.

Synopsis: A straight male student is brutally gang raped by a gay flatmate and his friends. Very violent.

Part 1
I had been staying at Steve's flat in the box room for nearly a month and he'd always said I could stay as long as I liked. No rent, until I was ready to move on. I knew he was gay from the men he brought back and what I heard through the walls in the dark of night. And I knew that he gave it rough, from a few things I glimpsed through his ajar bedroom door one morning: handcuffs on the iron bed frame, and a long leather whip across the mattress. One night I heard him whipping a man he had brought home. Well I heard his cries more than the sound of the whip, then Steve's voice raised loud telling him to suck it, suck it properly, then silence for about another minute, then more cries of pain as the flogging recommenced. I have to admit that even though I'm not remotely gay, and really don't fancy other men, my cock still went hard in my pyjamas as I lay against the mattress in the box room, listening to that boyfriend getting flogged. Then the cries of pain changed to deep groans and I could guess where Steve's cock was going next. And I also have to admit that I started touching my cock, and rubbing it against the mattress as I thought about it. But once I was aroused my thoughts quickly turned to a girl in my seminar group, who I had fancied for weeks, and when I came in my handkerchief it was her breasts that were in my mind, not the guttural grunting sounds coming through from next door.
But as long as Steve didn't bother me, I didn't really care what he got up to with his boyfriends. Until the night it changed. He came back from the pub late, and was obviously well pissed and horny with it. He tried making a pass at me in the kitchen but I fended him off and said I was going to bed. I lay there hearing him pace restlessly round the kitchen, next door to my windowless room, for what seemed like ages, then he suddenly went out, slamming the front door. I dozed off to sleep but was wakened by the front door opening and slamming again. I was suddenly wide awake, a sixth sense telling me something was wrong. There was total silence from the kitchen. Normally I heard him moving around, but now there was nothing. 

Then I thought I heard whispered voices just outside the door. I froze. Then everything happened very fast indeed. The door crashed open, and I glimpsed several men bursting in. I was grabbed, rolled onto my front and pinned down by several brutal hands. The sheets were off, my pyjama trousers were down, my face was squashed into the pillow, and something was pushed between my buttocks and up against my asshole. For a second I didn't realise what it was, but then as a man's weight came down on my back I knew that it was a cock. Then there was a terrible searing pain in my anus, and I was yelling into the pillow, but all the hands held me down. That terrible cock rammed up my ass, spearing me onto the bed, and his hairy stomach was against my buttocks. The fucking started. Nothing was said, I was just held there, as first one man then another fucked me up the ass and came inside me. That was almost the wierdest thing about it, the silence. I was screaming inside, the pain of those cocks ramming into my bowels, the fear and humiliation of being raped, and yet there was silence apart from the grunting of whoever was fucking himself in my bottom. 
I remember a third cock going up where the others had been and the pain had subsided to a fierce heat, when I managed to twist my head up off the pillow and see from the light coming in from the half open door that there were only four men in the room, three holding me down, one on my back. But in such a small room it seemed like ten, they were so close together, and I could smell them, feel them panting against me. Someone grabbed my hair and twisted my head to one side and I saw Steve, next to me, holding me down whilst his mate shagged up my ass. "You bastard" I remember shouting at him "you utter bastard." "Did you hear that, boys" he said "we give him a good seeing to and he swears at us. Is that any way to thank us?" My head was forced back down into the pillow to silence me, the third man finished and I remember the fourth mounting my buttocks. The last one seemed to take ages, fucking away inside me. The silence returned. There was no passion in it, no sex, just violence. It was no different to being held down so that another man could hit you, because that was what those cocks in me were, brutal fists, slamming up inside me. 

Finally Steve lifted my head again. He must have been one of the ones who had fucked me, because I could see his cock hanging limply out of the front of his trousers, a large lump of sperm teetering on the end of it. But I didn't know which one he had been. "Please stop them" I said to him. "Please." He said, into my face: "Next time I come into your room and ask for a blowjob, what are you going to do?" I stared back at him, through pain filled eyes, but his gaze was cold. "What are you going to do?" he repeated. "I'll do it" I said. "What will you do?" he asked, relentlessly. "I'll suck your cock" I said. I'd have said anything to make it stop. "If agree to suck your cock will you stop them?" He looked at me. "I don't have to agree anything" he said, stood up and walked out of the room. The hands pushed me back down into the pillow and I was held there until the fourth man had come up my ass. All of them finished, they got up and left the room. I was left there, lying on the bed like discarded goods, shaking from the shock. When I finally rolled over I saw Steve standing silhouetted in the doorway. "It'll happen again" he said "This. Unless you let me have you, whenever I want." And then he left, closing the door, and leaving me in the dark. I lay there for what must have been twenty minutes, listening to them talking and drinking in the kitchen, music playing. My asshole was on fire and I had a desperate desire to clean myself. 

I wrapped my dressing gown round myself and went blinking into the kitchen. I glimpsed the four men sitting round the table and headed straight for the shower. Steve's voice cut through the chatter. "Where are you going?" I hesitated. "Wanted to wash us out of your ass? I don't think so. That spunk is staying up there tonight. You never know, it might make you a real man". I carried on walking towards the shower. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed me and pushed me back against the wall. A man I had never seen before was standing over me. With a shock deep in my stomach I realised that he was one of the men who had raped me. "Didn't you hear him?" he said. "You're going nowhere." I turned round to face the other three men, sitting round the table, Steve in the middle. One of them smiled and said "I'm feeling a bit hard again, Steve. Shall we train him a bit more?" Without waiting for an answer he shifted in his chair, unbelted his jeans and pulled open the fly buttons. He pushed his trousers and white calvins down his hairy legs, and held his semi-hard cock in his hand. I just stood there, horrified. I looked at Steve for support. But I saw only a cold fish stare. "Go on" I heard Steve say. "Do what the man says." 
There were four of them, and they were all bigger than me. And I had already experienced what they could do to me if I resisted. So I knelt down in front of him, took his rubbery cock into my hand and lowered my head into his lap. His knob slid over my tongue. It didn't taste very nice. Then I remembered, as though I could have forgotten, that he had not long before had it up my ass. For the first time in my life I had another man's cock in my mouth. I remember trying to bob my head up and down it, trying to suck, as I had felt women do to my own cock, and my humiliation was complete. Before they had held me down and they had raped me, but now I was obediently giving head, like a girl, on her knees. And that was ultimately all I was worth. A mouth, an asshole, a victim for their come. "What's he like?" I heard Steve ask the man I was fellating. "Not very good" I heard him say. "Not even as good as a girl." The others laughed. I looked up from the man's stomach and saw that another one of them sitting nearby had his cock out in his hand too. "I'll have to give him some lessons then", Steve said. He came round behind me, gripped my head by the hair and rammed my throat down onto the man's cock. I choked and gagged as it filled my throat and blocked my air. "Breathe through your nose" I heard him say "Otherwise you will suffocate." And his strong hands held my head there, right down on his cock, his balls against my mouth, until I fought back the panic and began to breathe through my nose. It was that or die. 
For the next five minutes, with Steve’s strong hands on my neck I was taught to deep throat, take cock right the way down, knowing that if I resisted I would be strangled or simply suffocate from the knob wedged in my throat. The music was changed, more beers were opened, and I took first one man's come down my throat, then another's, whilst the others sat and watched or talked as though nothing was happening. "One more lesson" said Steve "and this is one you won't forget." I was lifted up and bent over the kitchen table, the beers cleared out of my way. My wrists were held together behind my back as Steve went over to the kitchen drawer and took out a wooden pastry rolling pin. I remember screaming at him, and a gag being forced into my mouth. It took all four of them to hold me down to table as I kicked and screamed. Steve just stood there showing me rolling pin, slapping it into his hand like a policeman with a truncheon. Finally Steve went round behind me, got the others to wrench open my bum cheeks and with alot of force rammed it up my ass. He worked it round and round, and pushed and pushed until it was in, and I thought I was going to pass out from the pain. It was like a huge plunger, ramming their spunk deeper and deeper into my body, driving it up me like a piston, so that I could never get it out. Finally Steve took the rolling pin out and replaced it with his cock. Much smaller, but the fucking was faster and more violent, and my anus was so damaged that it hurt almost as much. Whilst the others held me in place he rammed himself into orgasm. He finished and I remembered being pushed to my knees and made to finish one more man in my mouth. I could feel either shit, or blood, or sperm running down the inside of my thighs, from my anus. But still Steve was adamant that I was not going to clean myself. "You're going to sleep with that lot up you" he said. 
I was taken into my small bedroom and one wrist was handcuffed to the bedframe to ensure that I couldn't get up. Then the door was closed and I was left, still in my dressing gown, with my ass on fire and my mouth tasting of come. In the last two hours my life had been irrevocably changed. 

End of part one