Helping Man

The second man took the envelope out of my pocket and shoved it into his. He was smaller than the first man, nicely built with red hair and moustache. He looked Irish, pale white with freckles on his arms. He wore a Harley tee shirt, way too tight, revealing his taught muscular body and six-pack abs. Really very cute, both of them, and I wondered what made these men so angry and so bad. The pain in my stomach was subsiding, and the men could probably see my dick tenting up in my trousers. I would never have guessed I would react to menace with sexual excitement!

Hey, Danny, y'think there's somethin' else this faggot can do fer us? I'm thinkin' that I want a piece of that tail he's been waggin' at me all night! How `bout you?

"Nah, I don't like shitty assholes. I think he looks hungry. Maybe I need to feed him a little tube-steak. Let's take him up to the clearing, Gio!"

I don't remember Danny or Gio in the bar, I certainly didn't mean to offend either of them, but the men were obviously angry with me for something. They were both so hot, so intoxicating, I would have given it up to them willingly if they had approached me earlier, in the right way! Still gagged, I pleaded with my eyes for mercy. Take the money, but spare my ass! They dragged me by the armpits to the edge of the lot and into the bushes. The clearing was well trampled, and I assumed it was probably a trysting place for after-hours anonymous gay sex. Danny the Irishman pushed me onto my hands and knees as Gio the Italian ditched is pants and dropped down behind me, sidling up to my butt. He pushed his throbbing cock between my legs, sliding his obscenely fat shaft forward to lodge between my inner thighs. Looking down to my crotch, I could see the angry red tip of his penis thrusting out the front, just under my balls. His cock must be at least eight inches of pure beef.

Danny opened his fly and put his cock in my face. It was about seven inches long, thickening as it extended from his bushy red pubic hair. It finished with a shiny mushroom cap that glistened with a drop of pre-cum. His balls were heavy and pendulous, also covered in wiry red hairs. Danny pulled the scarf out of my aching jaw. The bleeding had stopped, but I still felt the sting where Gio had punched my teeth into my lip. I stopped fighting, gave myself up, and opened my bruised lips to receive the man's cock. Danny pushed it in slowly, relentlessly. I felt it rubbing against the roof of my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and slipped past the bend. I was stuffed to the gills with all seven inches. His red pubic hairs tickled at my nose, and I inhaled his musky, warm scent. Was I enjoying this?

Gio was holding me around the waist, his torso lying on my back as he dry-humped me between the legs. I knew he was almost ready to enter me. He pulled back, teased my asshole with the end of his big pecker, and pushed it in. I wasn't prepared to take a man of that size. Gio took out his drunken anger in one violent plunge. He didn't hesitate, the great shaft buried itself in my gut and I felt his hairy belly slap firmly against my ass. I jumped in agony, my body tensing and shaking in anguish. I must have scraped Danny's cock with my teeth as Gio violated my ass. He pulled out of me and slapped me across the face with his closed hand. I felt pain in my eye, and it began to swell.

"This fuckin' cocksucker wants to bite my dick off! I fuckin' thought he was enjoyin' it. I guess I'm gonna have ta teach the cunt a little lesson in table manners!"

Danny grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head into his crotch. He rolled his testicles in my face and I tasted the salty sweat that covered his meaty balls. I licked at them hungrily. Forgive me, but it was a very hot scene and although no one had touched my dick, I was getting close to a spontaneous ejaculation. Gio's ramrod cock had been still for a while, but now it began to move inside of me. I could feel it's thick engorged shaft filling my rectum, the sensitive nerves of my sphincter sending spasms of pain to my brain. He didn't stop, he shoved his meat into me like a pile driver. I shivered as his cock head rubbed my prostate, making me cum, thick spurts of cream falling onto the sandy ground underneath me.

The men were heaving into me from both ends, I thought that their cocks must be meeting somewhere deep inside me! Danny was next to get off. He pulled my head into his belly, his cock buried in my mouth. I couldn't breathe, his penis totally filling my throat and my nose pressed into his sweat-soaked groin. He swelled up, and released his load directly down my throat. I couldn't taste it, I couldn't swallow it. His fluid mainlined to my stomach. He pulled out and I gasped for air. He wiped the last of his syrupy cum into my swollen eye with a cruel chuckle.

Gio continued his attack, invading my asshole with his cock. His fucking was reckless, selfish. He didn't care what it felt like for me. He would probably prefer that I didn't enjoy it. I wish it weren't true, but I was loving it! His thick arms wrapped around me, a cruel embrace, as he lay his heavy chest fully on my back. He panted his hot beer breath into my ear. I felt like collapsing to the ground, but Danny was still standing in front of me, in control of my position. He had replaced his cock with the cloth gag, and I was mute again. He held my head between his legs, and I braced my shoulders on his strong thighs as Gio plowed into my backside. The big Italian seemed to go tender for a moment, nuzzling my neck and kissing me as a rush of hot cum accelerated up his shaft and filled me with thick fluid. Danny released his leg lock on my head, and I tumbled into the gritty dirt. Gio fell in top of me, still kissing the nape of my neck, his softening cock still jammed in my burning rectum. Our sweat mixed with the dust and sand, covering us.

"Gio, wha' we gonna do with this piece o' crap faggot now? Ya gonna jus' let him go? How do we know he's gonna keep his fuckin' trap shut? I ain't goin' back to state pen, that's fer sure! This cocksucker whore could send us both back there!"

I lay in the dirt, helpless and hurting, as they discussed me. I was fuzzy, not thinking clearly, but I recognized the peril in what they were saying. Were they cold-blooded killers in addition to thieves and rapists? I struggled to get up, but Gio pressed my chest back into the ground with his heavy black boot. There was a rustle in the bushes. I didn't hear it, but the two men suddenly tensed up. They listened to where the sound came from. Suddenly, a man entered the clearing, carrying a baseball bat. It was the surfer dude from the bar. I saw him through my swollen eye, his large powerful body looming in the moonlight. I sensed the anger and outrage in his eyes as he witnessed what the two men had done to me. Danny backed off. Gio fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade knife. The dude laughed.

"What the hell is that, a Boy Scout knife? It's probably the same size as your little weenie! Get the fuck outta here, and maybe I won't crack your head open with this fuckin' bat!"