Rent Part 2
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: The morning after his gang rape, the student submits to a golden shower. The forced humiliations continue at a dinner party in the flat, but he finds that now he is starting to enjoy it…

Part 2

I slept uneasily, and awoke the following morning with an instant recollection of everything that had happened. At that instant I was nearly sick at the thought of it, but then as I lay there with one hand cuffed to the bed, waiting for Steve to come in, I have to admit that something stirred. Deep down in my loins, almost inside my pelvis, I felt excitement moving. To my astonishment as I thought about what had happened to me, my cock moved and thickened under me, stiffening against the mattress. I found myself thinking about what had happened and rubbing myself gently against the bed at the thought. I thought about kneeling in the kitchen at the feet of a man who had anally raped me, learning how to suck him off, and my cock twitched with excitement. I thought of all those men coming inside me, using me for their pleasure, and a certain small part of me was excited at the memory. I thought of what would happen when Steve came in that morning to unlock me, and whether he would put his cock in my mouth whilst I was still helplessly chained to the bed, and I became so excited that I very nearly came myself, against the bed beneath me. 
In fact, when the door opened he just came and stood over me. He pulled the sheet off and looked down at my naked ass, and then said "go and wash yourself up." I would rather he had struck me, or taken me again by force, but he just unlocked me. I staggered up and walked naked into the bathroom, my still thick cock swinging against my legs. In the shower I washed myself thoroughly between my thighs and up my ass crack, but I knew their sperm was far deeper in me than a shower would ever reach. I had been in the shower for several minutes before I noticed Steve was standing in the bathroom, watching. His dressing gown was open and his cock was in his hand. In the other hand were the handcuffs. "Have you finished" he asked. "Yes" I said. "Turn the shower off", he said, and I did. He was standing in the entrance to the shower, so I couldn't get out without going past him, so I just stood there dripping naked. "Get on your knees" he said. 
I knelt and assumed he was going to put his cock in my mouth, but in fact he snapped a handcuff round one of my wrists, ran the chain through the pipe of the shower, above the taps, so that my hand was in the air above my head, and then closed the other handcuff round my other wrist. Then to my astonishment he turned away, stepped up to the toilet and with his fat cock in his hand, pissed a few squirts into the bowl. Then he turned round and walked towards me, waiting on my knees in the shower. "Open your mouth" he said. "No way, Steve. No fucking way." He stood in the entrance of the shower and just pissed on me, waving his cock so that the warm squirts splashed over my face and chest. I turned my head away and kept my mouth firmly closed. He held back the flow and stood there, legs apart, cock dripping gold fluid between his fingers. 
"You haven't learnt have you?" he said. "You want me to get my friends back in here tonight for another go?" I shook my head, but in my mind a sudden searing image of me surrounded by four men, their cocks in their hands, waiting to take their turns in my ass and my cock twitched involuntarily in my lap. "Two choices" Steve said reasonably "either you open your mouth and drink my piss, or I go and fetch the whips from my bedroom and thrash you until you do it. Let's face it, you can't get away." Looking up at him standing over me, his big strong arms flexing as though preparing themselves for a good flogging, I slowly opened my mouth. "Good boy" he said "but next time I don't expect to ask." He concentrated and a moment later piss squirted out of the eye of his cock and splashed over my chest. He directed himself until the warm fluid was playing into my gaping mouth and down my chin, and I could taste his sweet piss flowing over my tongue. I tried not to swallow, but a few drops went down. He seemed to pee for ages, emptying every drop of his bladder, the last few golden spurts in short squirts, then he slipped his appendage into my mouth and made me lick the sweet drops off his knob. He even managed another little spurt, right down my throat, and I was so taken by surprise that I swallowed it straight down. Then he started to move his cock back and forth over my tongue and I felt it swell and harden between my teeth. I wasn't surprised when he slipped it back out of my mouth, made me turn  round and half stand in the shower, half bent over, and slowly squeezed his erection up my backside. It was incredibly sore from the previous night's gang rape, but it went in, and he fucked for several minutes before shedding his load. He unlocked me and left, saying nothing, and I had another shower to wash the piss off me. 
When I came out of the bathroom he had dressed and left. The question was did I pack and leave, right now before he came back, or did I stay? Would I let him get his friends round to gang bang me, or suck him off whenever he fancied it? Or let him literally piss on me? As I thought about it my cock grew hard under my towel. Right there and then I knelt down in the kitchen, in front of the same chair that I had knelt in front of the night before., I closed my eyes, took my cock into my hand and pumped like crazy. I wanked as I thought of them standing round me, waiting for the first one to come in my mouth so that they could take their turns in me. I wanked as I thought of them holding me down on the bed and raping me. And I wanked as I thought of Steve holding my head and forcing it down onto that man's knob, and at that moment I came, all over my hands and all over the kitchen floor. And then I knew, as the last blobs of spunk oozed out of my cock onto my clenched fingers, that I was not going to leave. I was going to stay. At least a bit longer. 
To my frustration Steve didn't return until late that night, by which time I was already in bed. I heard him come in and go into his room. I lay there waiting, my cock hard in my pyjama trousers, but he didn't come into my room. I wondered if I should get up and go and offer myself to him. Obscurely I felt rejected. So I lay there and touched my cock with my hands. The following day was a Sunday morning. I slept late and when I stumbled into the kitchen he was already sitting at the table in his dressing gown, reading the paper and drinking coffee. He glanced up at me, looked back down at the paper and without saying anything loosened the cord of his dressing gown. He separated his legs and I saw his white cock flop down against the wooden seat, between his thighs. He didn't look at me. I knelt down, took his flaccid cock between my fingertips and lifted it from the chair. It was already thickening in my fingers. I popped my head down and took it into my mouth, drawing his foreskin down with my hand. He hardened in my mouth and carried on reading the paper whilst I sucked on him. Once he was really upright in my mouth, and I could taste a few drops of precum bleachy on his knob slit, he stood up and pushed me away. "Follow me" he said. He went into his bedroom and turned on the small TV and video recorder on the chest of drawers. He took out a VHS cassette and inserted it, taking the remote control and sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, cock in his hand. "Carry on" he said. 
So I lay on the bed in front of him and put my face into his lap, taking his cock back down my throat, whilst he turned on the video. I could hear the sound of a gay BDSM tape behind me: someone being beaten, someone being fucked. I couldn't turn my head to see it, but I could imagine it. I lay there for about half an hour, sucking Steve's cock for all I was worth, stroking his balls and wanking his shaft with my hand, but he never moved. Part of me desperately wanted him to do to me what he was watching on the screen. Beat me with his belt, then take me up the ass. But maybe he didn't fancy me enough, and enjoyed watching those other men doing it more, those flickering video ghosts on the screen. Sure enough, as the whipping reached a savage climax behind me, he gripped my head, thrust several times brutally into my throat and shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed it down as he went limp in my mouth, my head still in his lap. he turned off the video. Was he going to thank me? Or punish me? But he did nothing. He just got up and went into the bathroom to shower, leaving me lying on the bed with the taste of spunk in my mouth. When I stood up my cock was stiff.
The following afternoon he said "I've got two friends coming round for dinner tonight. I want you to be the dessert". It was quite simple and matter of fact. "I'm going to chain you to my bed before they arrive, show them to you, and then we'll have dinner. When we're finished we'll come and fuck you.. Simple enough". I nodded mutely. "I want you in my room at six." So that was the ultimatum. I could leave now, and avoid another gang bang, or I could stay. It was my choice. I was scared, there's no doubt about it. At one point I even started packing my bag. But another part of me was excited at the thought of it. So at six o'clock, as he was preparing the food, I obediently came out into the kitchen. "I said in my room" he told me. "And you can leave your clothes behind." I went back into my room and undressed, then walked naked into his room. There was the bed, with fresh sheets, and already attached to each corner were silver handcuffs, waiting for me. And alongside the bed, on the table, were several leather riding crops and a cat o' nine tails whip. He came in behind me. "get on the bed" he said. It only took a few minutes for him to fasten me down, arms and legs akimbo. Then, pushing a gag into my mouth, he picked up one of the riding crops and delivered ten neat stinging blows across my buttocks. For a few moments he admired his handiwork, and I could imagine the clear perpendicular lines, then he left. I heard his guests arrive and the door, opened as he showed them to me. "But you can't have him until dessert" I heard him say. "Don't try sneaking in during a piss break." Dinner seemed to take hours. They were talking and drinking as though nothing was unusual, as though there wasn't a stark naked man waiting for them spread-eagled on the bed next door. Finally they came in, carrying their brandy glasses. One guest knelt on the pillow in front of me and stuck his cock into my mouth, the other dropped his trousers, climbed on top of me and fucked me cruelly in the ass. At that point Steve blindfolded me. From then on, as they started swapping round, I didn't know if it was Steve in my mouth or ass, or one of his guests. When they started beating me I didn't know if the really hard lashes were his, or if he was the one with his cock in my mouth to keep my cries quiet. I would have thought I would have known which was his cock, known the taste or the feel of it, but I couldn't tell them apart. I have no idea how long it lasted, or who came any my mouth, who in my ass, and who took hold of my semi hard cock under me and started wanking it with practised easy strokes. He was sure not to let me come. 
It finished when I was taken still blindfolded into the bathroom, guided into the shower, pushed to my knees and pissed on by all three of them. They pissed on my face, in my open mouth, and all over my chest and cock. "Play with yourself" Steve ordered, and I knelt there wanking my cock, whilst warm wet urine cascaded down over it. When I came, and spunked over the shower floor, my come mingling with their piss, they finished and left the room. Only after his guests had gone did Steve come back in and remove the blindfold. "very good" he said. It was the first time he had ever praised me. "Now lick up your come." In front of him I put my face down into the cold porcelain of the shower floor, and licked the thick white sperm up, swimming in mingled yellow urine from the three men. "Okay, tidy up in here" he said "then do the washing up and tidy the kitchen. After that come to my room and I'll see if I fancy another fuck." “Yes sir” I replied, and carried on lapping at the floor.

End of part two.