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

seein’ spots in front of my eyes.  My head was poundin’ like it wanted to drop off.  An’ then my dick started to get hard!  It freaked me!  I’d heard about guys who choke themselves to get an erection, but I didn’t know it’d work like this!  I strained harder at the cuffs.

I heard Lenny gigglin’ from underneath me, “Careful, careful, save some for me.”

Wayne was pumpin’ faster, now.  He was probably ‘bout ready to cum -- only good thing about this was, he’s a fast shooter -- an’ that really fuckin’ pissed me off.  Motherfucker.  He was gonna bury both me an’ Shayes in the fuckin’ ground, both of us full of his an’ Lenny’s shit an’ probably lay us there just like we were, earlier!  Shit, that fuckin’ made me blind pissed off!  I wasn’t fuckin’ gonna let him!

An’ then he was firin’ his load inside me.  I could feel it.  I didn’t feel anything like that when Paco did it, an’ it freaked me out so much that when I yanked at the handcuffs, this time, they snapped!  I slammed my elbow back against Wayne’s fuckin’ face, sending him flyin’ off me, an’ the horse toppled over with me still on it, crashin’ onto Lenny!

Damn, that fuckin’ thing was heavy.  It nearly crushed my leg, but it also bent one of the loops holdin’ my ankle straps so I could get one leg free.  I set to getting’ the belt ‘round my waits undone so I could reach the other ankle.

I wasn’t worried about Wayne; he was out, cold.  Lenny’d got free an’ was scramblin’ to his feet.  I was just able to reach him.  I grabbed him by a leg an’ tripped him.  Then I dragged him back to me.  I almost had a good hold of him when he kicked me in the chest an’ I let go.

He bolted to his feet an’ grabbed the knife an’ jumped at me!  He tried to shove it into my back, but I was able to twist around just enough to where it only sliced my side.  An’ then I had hold of him.  Had my arm around his neck.  An’ he was screamin’ an’ fightin’ as I grabbed the hand that held the knife an’ turned it around an’ pushed it into his skinny, hairless chest!  Blood spewed everywhere as he screamed an’ stopped fightin’.  I shoved him off me.

I grunted an’ kicked an’ pulled at the loop where my leg was still cuffed till I snapped it off, then I found the buckle to the belt an’ ripped it open.  The cuffs were still ‘round my wrists an’ ankles, but I was free.  I stumbled back, blood glidin’ from the cut in my side.

Everything was white around me.  Couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing very clear.  All I could hear was Wayne moanin’ an’ Lenny wheezin’ an’ gaspin’ an’ cryin’ an’ sayin’, “Doctor.  Please, doctor.”  He may’ve even gurgled a little.  Guess I cut a lung.

I stumbled around in this...this white fog.  Somehow wound up outside.  An’ it seemed just as dark an’ white, out there.  I found the van, more by touch than anything.  Found Shayes’ pistol an’ found my way back into the shed.  An’ I emptied it into the two fucks.  I heard both of ‘em screamin’. Motherfuckers.  Try an’ fuck with me, you’ll find out what kind of deep shit you got yourself into.

I dunno how long I stumbled ‘round there.  Butt naked.  Crazy as shit.  Mutterin’ over their bodies.  Must’ve been hours.  Probably minutes.  What jumped me out of it was I fell over Shayes.  Landed hard.  Tasted blood in my mouth.  I looked ‘round an’ saw one of my legs was restin’ on him.  He was lyin’ on his side, still tied to the chair.  I scrambled around to him an’ gently untied him.  Took forever, there were so many knots.  Then I picked him up -- don’t know how I found the strength -- an’ lay him back on the bed.  Tended to him like I would my kid.  Brushed back his hair an’ checked his face.  Put my hand over his heart an’ felt relief that it was still beatin’.  Not strong but definitely beatin’.

A fresh wave of hate rushed over me.  Bastards hurt him.  Probably tortured him.  Motherfuckers were gonna kill him an’ he was mine, not theirs!  Motherfuckers!  He was mine!  I stumbled over to their bodies an’ kicked ‘em both.  Over an’ over an’ over till I collapsed on the floor, sobbin’.

I dunno how long I lay there, but it finally struck me that it was dark, outside.  Completely dark.  Which meant it was after nine.  I must’ve been out three or four hours, at least.  But how?  Why?  Unless...there was somethin’ in those beers I drank.  I’d started feelin’ better once they were in me.  Feelin’ -- shit, feelin’ too good about it.  About what I was doin’.  Could that’ve been why?  The tops came off those bottles really easy.  So they’d planned to put me out an’ have Shayes all to themselves.  Shit, what’d they do to him while I wasn’t here?

I looked him over, careful.  Gentle.  There were bruises an’ marks all over.  Cuts around his tits.  Slime all over his face an’ chest.  His hair was matted from it.  He had burns where those wires’d been.  An’ on the inside of his legs.  Jesus Christ, they had fuckin’ tortured him.

I got up an’ kicked both their fuckin’ bodies, again.  Kicked ‘em over an’ over like they could still feel it.  Fuckin’ hurt my foot -- broke a toe, I found out -- an’ crashed back on the bed, beside Shayes.  I lay there for a minute, lookin’ at the foam chunks coverin’ the ceilin’ an’ feelin’ like I wanted to cry.  But I couldn’t; Shayes’ skin was feelin’ cold.

I looked around for a blanket but couldn’t find