How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (the reading list .TXT) 📕

Through the whole thing, Shayes was screamin’, “Lemme go, you fuckin’ faggots!  Help!  Help me!  Fire!  Fire!  Faggot!  Keep the fuck off me!  Motherfuckers!  Help!  Police!”

The second we were inside, I kicked the door closed, behind me.  Then Wayne an’ Lenny grabbed some rope an’ tied Shayes’ ankles back together -- at light speed, it seemed.  Now that he couldn’t kick, they helped me force his arms up over his head an’ slip the strap around his wrists into the ring at the end of the cable.  Then they pulled the cable up, forcin’ him to hang by his wrists.  Now he was danglin’ off the floor.  He could struggle an’ curse an’ spit as much as he wanted, but he sure as shit wasn’t goin’ nowhere.

I’d taken most of the beatin’ -- at least, I got it from the point where Shayes got outside; once things were back under control, I saw Wayne had a cut over his eye an’ Lenny had a nosebleed.  An’ both of ‘em were pissed.

“What th’ fuck happened?” I asked ‘em.

Wayne glared at Lenny an’ said, “We were tying his feet to the bed posts, first his left foot and then his right.  But Lenny cut the straps around his ankles before I’d secured his left foot.  He kicked Lenny and rammed a knee into my back and slipped his hands under his butt before I could do anything to stop him.  He yanked off his blindfold and got to the door.  I tackled him, but he punched me.  Then he ran outside.  He was screaming the whole time; didn’t you hear him?”

“Not a word,” I said.  “Shit.”

Then I looked at Shayes.  He was hangin’ from the chain like a side of beef, half his shirt torn away, his shorts ‘round his hips, his briefs at an angle.  He had curled his arms to pull himself up to try an’ free himself from the straps, but they were caught too well inside the ring an’ he couldn’t get a good hold of the cable to pull himself up higher.

Any questions I had ‘bout what we were gonna do vanished.  Lookin’ back, I can see that’s when somethin’ else took over.  Unstoppable.  No barriers.  No control.  Somethin’ I’d only got near to once before, when I lost out on “Chad” an’ ripped into the first thing available.  The animal in me smelled blood.  Smelled its meat.  Was lookin’ at it an’...lovin’ the idea of it.  It couldn’t of been stopped now if I’d tried.  If I’d even wanted to.  It was somethin’ that just had to happen.  An’ all that worry an’ bullshit I’d been fussin’ over went out with the trash.  What I needed -- deep down needed -- meant ten times more to me...no, a thousand times more than anything else I’d ever even thought about.  Ever considered.  The animal...the lion...the jackal...whatever, it needed to be fed.  Even if it meant prison.  Even if it meant hell.

I grabbed Shayes’ ankles an’ yanked him down.  The straps dug into his wrists an’ he cried out.  He still tried to kick me, but I had control of him, now.  I lifted his legs up, curled my right arm up under them, addin’ to the pressure on his wrists.  Yeah, they were good legs.  Damn good.  An’ they were mine, now.  I let my fingers slip between ‘em just above his knees, an’ I leaned in real close.

“What th’ fuck you think you’re pullin’, bitch?” I asked, real soft an’ low.

Shayes snarled back, “You touch me, motherfucker, I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”

I chuckled an’ smacked his ass with my left hand.  “Make up your mind, bitch.  I’m a fatherfucker or a motherfucker; I can’t be both.  Or can I?”

I dropped his legs.  He jangled there, gruntin’ in pain ‘cause of his wrists.

“What’d you get to spread his legs?” I asked Wayne.

He showed me a foot restraint -- two soft straps at each end of a two foot long pole.  I took it an’ looked it over.  The buckles were tarnished an’ the leather lips had creases where they’d been used.  I smiled an’ tightly wrapped one of the straps around Shayes’ left ankle, usin’ his sock to pad it.  He tried to fight me off, but Wayne an’ Lenny grabbed his legs an’ body to hold him still.

“What the fuck’re you think you’re gonna do!?” Shayes asked.  “You gonna kill me!?  You’d better!  You fuckin’ touch me, you’d fuckin’ better fuckin’ kill me!”

I just sneered at him an’ said to Lenny, “Hold his right leg at the knee.”

Lenny did what I said, an’ I untied the rope around Shayes’ ankles.  He tried to kick us away, but he couldn’t get the leverage, this time, so I was able to force the leather strap around his right ankle.  Now his legs were under control.

“It won’t be any good for you, faggot,” Shayes said.  “I’m gonna fight you the whole time.”

Then I went to the cable an’ lowered Shayes so he could stand instead of hang.  He could barely keep upright, even if he didn’t move around so much, so he stood pretty still.  He was thinkin’ a mile a minute.  Tryin’ to figure out how he could talk his way out of this.  Prayin’ he could.

“Listen, man,” he said.  “I’m not queer.  So it won’t be any good for you.  Listen to me!  I’m a cop.  If -- if you do this to me -- any of you -- an’ if -- if you do kill me, it’s a capital offense.  My buddies’ll come lookin’ for you.  They’ll find you!  And it’s the needle!  For all of you!  Can’t you see how dumb that is?”

In answer, I just stepped back an’ opened my arms, sayin’ to Lenny an’ Wayne, “You boys wanna do the honors?”

Wayne