We found him stumbling down the road, middle of the night, drunk and happy, heading home. It was easy getting him into the car; just told him we’d drop him off. It was even easier getting him into our hideaway, since by then he was half asleep.
Undressing him was one hell of a lot of fun, because he started to have a vague idea of what we were doing and tried to get away. He couldn’t. By the time he’s rejoined this reality, we had him stripped, bound, and ready to be used…and so we did.
And we had to admit, he was the perfect fuck. In fact, we enjoyed it do much, we wanted to find another guy to do it with, again.
If you want a dark book full of violence and non-con sex between men, this one will fill your mind with everything you could want.
This is Curt, the main character, remembering the first time he enjoyed raping another guy…
…I’ll tell you one real truth — show me any guy in prison, give me ten minutes with him an’ I’ll tell you what he can control an’ what he can’t. I know; I’ve run my own “tests.”
Like there was this one guy — few years
younger than me — wound up in my cell.
It was his first time in house an’ he was scared shitless some big black
fuck’d fuck him. He had reason — he was
white an’ had a pretty mouth. I even
caught some vatos givin’ him the look. I
figure he played lots of basketball, he had that kind of feel. Those kind of legs. Not sticks like all those tall skinny black
guys you see all over the NBA, but shorter an’ stockier. Like what you’d see on a local court. Like what’s-his-face — John Stockton, who
used to be on the Jazz. Yeah, that’s it;
he looked a little like John Stockton, just not as scrawny.
He stuck pictures of his girlfriend an’ a
kid he had by some other chick up over his bunk, like he was advertisin’ how
straight he is. Like it’d mean
anything. An’ he wouldn’t go near
anyplace where he could get taken, if he could help it. I heard a couple of guys tried to take him
down in the shower an’ found out he knew how to fight. Seems that’s what landed him in there —
beatin’ the shit out of some other punk who pulled some crap on him or stole
his pot stash or some shit like that; I never did get the story straight. Didn’t care if I did, either.
Anyway, I already knew he was gonna be my
next mouth. That’s all I’d wanted from
these punks up till then — just somebody else to do the job instead of my
right hand. I figured I’d get him to
trust me then make him give me a blow job, an’ I’d make him happy to be givin’
it ‘cause I’d protect his other end. I’d
tried fuckin’ a guy after a year inside an’ didn’t really get off on it, but
blowjobs? Hey like I said, a mouth’s a
mouth. So I put out the word. Didn’t take long for it to get around that
this fresh meat was Curt’s so stay the fuck away. Maybe the guys thought he was already lettin’
me have at him, even though I wasn’t plannin’ anything till he’d got to feelin’
nice an’ safe. Makes it easier. An’ nicer.
So we’d been bunkin’ for about four weeks
an’ I was figurin’ another week before it was time to break him in, but this
one night he felt safe enough to undress where I could see him. An’ I finally saw that he had this round
smooth bubble of an ass. Like something
a fag photographer’d take a picture of an’ put in a dick magazine. An’ it got me to thinkin’ about Connie.
Her hair was the same color as this punk,
but I didn’t notice it till that night.
Her skin was as smooth as his.
Nice tight perky little butt an’ round tits that were real as real could
get. Not big, just right. Shit, I loved suckin’ on her tits for an hour
before I fucked her. Made her crazy, all
set to go before I began pumpin’, an’ then she’d wrap her pussy around me so
tight, it made me gasp an’ groan an’ pump even harder an’ flat out roar when I
Well…that thought got me goin’. Got me th’ meanest fuckin’ wood I’d had since
I arrived. I couldn’t get her out of my
mind, an’ it was the first time since I’d been in that I couldn’t. Shit, my balls were so blue I didn’t want to
move. But I couldn’t lie still,
either. Just the feel of my boxers
against my skin brought me close to lettin’ loose. But no way was I gonna let that happen while
this kid was still awake; it might spook him an’ make breakin’ him in too tough.
So I lay there, as still as I could,
waitin’ while he did his bedtime thing — piss an’ brush his teeth an’ comb his
hair. He wore this ratty tee shirt an’
high school gym shorts to bed, like always.
He never said nothin’ — shit, I think we said a total of ten words to
each other up to that point — just plopped on his bunk an’ went to sleep about
two seconds after lights out, like he always did. I already had a sock stashed under my pillow,
an’ it took me about two seconds of pullin’ in it to get myself off, all
without a sound.
But it didn’t work. Not a bit.
Man, this picture of Connie was so hot in
my mind that night. I mean, I could just
see her. Feel her legs wrappin’ ‘round
me. Feel her hands on my ass pullin’ me
harder against her. Smell her perfume as
I sucked on her tits while I pounded away.
Hear her sayin’ “Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” as she used muscles I’d
never known chicks had ‘fore I met her. I
wanted — no, NEEDED to pump my dick into somebody just like I had her, so fuckin’
bad, right then. An’ I knew jumpin’ the
gun an’ grabbin’ a half-assed virgin’s blow-job wasn’t gonna hack it this
time. But like I said, I only fucked a
guy once, before, y’know, an’ it wasn’t all that great. So that’s why I’d been okay with blow jobs
the two years since that, ‘cause they didn’t mean anything. Same for my right hand. So really that’s all I’d needed. Till I saw that kid’s ass. I couldn’t kill the image in my brain. An’ I wound up with another ragin’ boner.
Christ, I’d of killed to have a go with
Connie, right then. My hands itched to
touch her skin. An’ her kisses, just
like sex without sex involved — if that makes any sense. Our bodies crushin’ like we were tryin’ to
melt inside each other. Oh, God. I started rubbin’ my hands together, soft all
over each other like she’d do to get me started, sometimes. Tickle the hair on my wrists. Then the tender spot under the palm of my
hand. Then trail her fingernails up
along the inside of my fingers. Fuckin’
shit, I needed way more’n a memory, right then.
I finally gave in. What the fuck, I knew what to do an’ if I
closed my eyes real tight, maybe it’d be just like with her. So I pulled off my boxers, slipped from my
bunk an’ stood there with a ragin’ boner, lookin’ at him sleepin’ there. He looked even more like a kid, lyin’ on his
side, mouth open just a little. An’ it
WAS a pretty mouth. Curved like a girl’s,
but not in a sissy way. More innocent
an’ gentle. Then I thought about my
little brother. Few years younger than
him. Only family I had left.
I hadn’t seen him in three years. He’d just about be done with high
school. Probably did good; he was a
sharp kid. But then…I’d seen other
sharp kids crash an’ burn an’ wind up in here.
All it takes is one lousy moment when your luck’s lookin’ the other way
for you to wind up crushed. Like this
dumb kid lyin’ here. Just one dumb
mistake. Not like me. My life’s a series of ‘em, even up to
then. With him, all it took was
one…an’ then the fucked up “justice system” sent him here. It wasn’t right.
Man, I wouldn’t want somebody to do to my brother what I was about to do to this guy. An’ that kept me from movin’. I dunno how long I stood there, but I was startin’ to lose the edge. Startin’ to pull back to where another hand-job’d hold me. Take a little longer on this one. A little slower. More mind to it. Fact is, I was about to get back up on my bunk to get started on one when he rolled onto his back an’ one of his legs got uncovered. An’ it was white. An’ smooth. An’ almost hairless. An’ so much like one of Connie’s legs, I dropped on top of him without a thought.
My hand was crushed his mouth before he
knew what was happenin’, an’ I had this plastic fork handle I’d ground down to
where you could cut paper with it jammed against his neck. He started to fight me, so I dug it into
him. Cut his skin, a little. He stayed still, then.
“Be glad it’s just me,” I said, real soft
an’ mean. “I could let a dozen of ‘em in
here to have you. Even make some stash
off it.” Then I took my hand off his
mouth an’ pulled his shorts down from his hips — no, tore ‘em. I heard ‘em rip an’ felt his dick flop
against my hand. I jerked it away.
“Don’t, man,” he was whisperin’ over an’
over, “please. This isn’t my way. I’ve never done that — .”
You say one more fuckin’ word, this goes in your brain. You got me?”
He nodded his head an’ the little pussy
started to weep like a girl. Shit, I
didn’t cry when I got it front an’ back from three Mexicans my first time in,
an’ I was lots younger than this little faggot.
An’ that pissed me off.
He started to roll onto his belly, but I
stopped him. I hadn’t liked it like
that, before, so maybe if I fucked him more like I fucked a girl, it’d be
I used my knees to shove his legs apart,
then felt around for his hole. He was
shakin’, he was so scared. An’ somethin’
stirred behind my heart. I loved
it. Loved the strength it gave me. The power.
The control. I used my free hand
to put his legs up on my shoulders — makin’ damn sure the fork was still stuck
to his neck — then I put my dick right up to him. He began to struggle, again, but I cut
him. Not deep, just enough to let him
know I meant it. Then I said, “Don’t say
a fuckin’ word while I’m doin’ it, bitch.
You yell or scream or let anybody know I’m fuckin’ you, you’re fuckin’
It was hard pushin’ into him, like his ass
was frozen shut. I used some spit to wet
things up an’ still had to work my way in, but once I got the head in, the rest
followed easy. He gasped, then grunted
an’ groaned an’ tried to wiggle away the whole time, but I had him too
tight. Man, he had to work at not cryin’
out. In fact, he wasn’t doin’ too good
at it, so I yanked his shirt up an’ rammed it into his mouth an’ he bit on that
to keep quiet. An’ then I got busy
pumpin’, ‘cause I wanted it done quick.
Now I ain’t gonna lie to you — workin’
myself into him like that an’ then fuckin’ him — it felt good. A hundred times better’n that first guy. I finally understood why the guys would tell
you that your right hand only goes so far.
There’s somethin’ about bein’ inside somebody else to get off that adds
ten times more pleasure to it when it’s what you WANT to do. An’ my mind got wrapped up in that, I
think. Took me back to the last time I
fucked Connie, just before I was busted.
An’ for a minute, it’s like she was there…if that makes any
sense. Like…I looked down at him, an’
for a second I thought it was her. Guess
it was ‘cause of the darkness an’ shadows an’ the little slits of light comin’
in from the walkway lights, but I could of sworn it was her. Was her body under me. You see, I…well, his pecs were round an’
flat an’ solid. I’d even shown him some
exercises in the gym that could fill ‘em out a bit, build him up some; part of
the “trust me” bullshit. But there in
the dark they looked a little bit like Connie’s tits, swear t’ God. I mean, like — like when she’s lyin’ back
an’ they sort of flow to the sides. Just
not as soft an’ — an’ shit, I dunno how t’ describe it; I just saw her when I
saw them. An’ all of a sudden, I caught
myself suckin’ on his tits just like I would’ve done with her.
You see, this is exactly how I fuck my wife
— her legs in the air, inside her, my tongue on her tits an’ me pumpin’
away. Slow at first, then faster an’
harder as we got closer to the jolt. She
said I could make her cum more than any guy she knew, an’ I know she wasn’t
bullshittin’ me ‘cause she’s a talker when she’s gettin’ fucked. Maybe that’s why I liked the oral thing with
my punks up till then; I don’t want the little fuckers yappin’ or moanin’ or
cryin’ or anything like that. Maybe
that’s really why I jammed this pussy’s shirt in his mouth — so he’d just keep
him from sayin’ anything.
Didn’t do a hell of a lot of good. He whimpered the whole time I was doin’
him. Not that it made any difference,
‘cause I was so lost in it. I mean,
you’ll never know how good it felt. How
much it was like bein’ with Connie, again.
Then I shifted from one tit to the other
an’ he lost it, for a second. He tried
to twist away, but I cut him a little more an’ he stopped. An’ I kept suckin’ on him just to show him
Then I felt somethin’ bump up against my
gut that freaked me out. He was gettin’
a fuckin’ woodie! I couldn’t fuckin’
believe it. He couldn’t either.
I stopped an’ pulled back, a little, an’
glared at him. “What th’ fuck? You a fag?”
“No,” he whispered. “I’ve never.
“Bullshit, bitch,” I whispered back. “You like it.
I can feel how you like it.”
“No, man, it hurts,” he grunted. “Please, just get it over with.”
So I laughed an’ began strokin’ into him
slower an’ deeper, makin’ him really feel it.
Try an’ tell me what to fuckin’ do, the little bitch. He almost sobbin’ as he kept beggin’ me to
end it. An’ I just kept on an’ on. An’ his dick kept callin’ attention to
itself. I slapped it aside a couple of times
but it kept poppin’ back, bigger than the time before. So I did somethin’ I’d never done before — I
grabbed it. Grabbed his fuckin’
dick. Yanked it out of the way an’ kept
pumpin’ into him. An’ the way he moved
around as I fucked him made it seem like his dick was fuckin’ my hand. But I didn’t let go.
To this day, I dunno why I kept hold. I’d never thought about hangin’ onto a man’s
dick, before, but the way I could feel it bouncin’ around against my
belly…feel his balls rubbin’ my pubes…feel his tits get as pointy as
Connie’s, almost…it made me notice it more an’ more. So I just put my free hand around it an’ held
onto it like I owned it. Like he was
completely was mine an’ that proved it.
He tried to stop me, but I smacked his face. Then I grabbed even harder on him. Crushed my hand around him, like I was gonna tear it off. He sobbed even harder an’ begged me not to. Begged me to leave him alone. An’ then he started to struggle an’ I got even more into it.
I fuckin’ owned him, right then. I was the boss, an’ nothin’ he did was gonna
stop me or slow me down. The more he
fought, the more I felt in control. An’
then he jolted. He almost pulled himself
off me, but I had too good of a hold on him…an’ then he bucked me,
again. Rammed himself harder onto my
dick. An’ he shot all over my hand. All over himself. An’ I felt his ass tighten around me in a way
that made me want to stay inside for-fuckin’-ever, it felt
so…fuckin’…good…an’ then I let loose inside of him. Over an’ over an’ over. It made me weak, almost black out. I felt it on every square inch of my body,
from my balls to my heart to straight down my legs, just like I had with Connie
the first time. An’ I didn’t want to
move…even as I kept slippin’ in an’ out an’ in an’ out to extend the
screamin’ goin’ on behind my eyes.
Holy fuckin’ shit.
This is gonna sound weird, I know, but that first time — the first time I got off in a guy like that — it was like the first time I did coke. Swear to God, this sense of peace flooded over me an’ shoved aside everything — EVERYTHING that I had in my head. I went blank. Lost all control an’ loved lettin’ it go. Felt every part of my body join in the joy of what I’d just done. I didn’t get that even the first time I fucked Connie. Hell, the first time I fucked a girl, period. It was like my whole body started to float inside my skin. Like my brain wasn’t attached to my mind, just to my flesh. This guy I met outside once told me the French call it the little death, an’ now I knew what he meant. An’ I already knew I’d have killed to get it, again.
I don’t remember stoppin’ or pullin’ out of
him; I just remember floatin’ back to earth to find him lookin’ at me in
shock. I made damn sure all he saw was
me smilin’ back at him. But to be
honest, now that I was comin’ down off that high, I was really shook up. I’d enjoyed it too fuckin’ much. First time I really fuck a guy an’ it makes
me feel better than when I’m with my wife?
It fucked with my mind, I’m tellin’ you; but I didn’t want him to see
that. So I pulled back an’ used his
shorts to wipe myself off.
“You were good,” I said, keepin’ my voice even an’ calm. “You keep quiet about it an’ I’ll be the only one who gets you while you’re in. You let anybody know I did it? You’ll get ten guys a night up your ass, an’ one of ‘em’s sure to have AIDS. So play it smart.”
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Alec, who’s gay-bashed, finds out the cops are protecting his bashers so goes after them, himself, despite advice from his friends —
Alec tracks the bashers down to a frat house on a university, and sets up a vicious revenge by turning them against each other. First up is a guy he calls Mafia…
Then he convinces Mafia to help him with Soccer…
And the way he does it is manipulative and almost cruel, but well-deserved.
Others involved are Quarterback…
This script is too harsh to win any competitions, which is why I’m going to enter it. I want to hear their excuses for not advancing it to the winner’s table…because the rapes in it are no more violent or explicit than what’s been seen in movies like “Frenzy” and “A Clockwork Orange” and “Dangerous Liaisons”…they’re just gay…
Alec, the man who’s gay-bashed, has set his plan of revenge into motion. First he nick-names the guys who attacked him Mafia, Soccer, Quarterback, and Surfer. Then he rapes Mafia during a house party but convinces Mafia it was Soccer who did it. Now Mafia and Alec are planning to grab Soccer as he showers and rape him.
INT. FRATERNITY HOUSE – nIGHT
Mafia lets Alec in via, at the back door and leads him up the back stairs.
ALEC: Where is everybody?
MAFIA: Shh. Playin’ pool. Library. Shit like that. Couple of the Soph’s are in their rooms. Exams.
He motions down the hall leading to Surfer’s room.
MAFIA: It’s all set. I spiked the first two bottles, just to be safe.
ALEC: Be sure and throw ’em out when you’re done.
Mafia nods as they slip down the hall to his room.
IN MAFIA’S ROOM
Alec and Mafia wait. Wondering. Worrying.
MAFIA: What if he doesn’t drink enough?
ALEC: I’ll stay in here. You go in first, to see. And if he hasn’t, just tell him some chick called for him but said she’d call back. No big deal. Then we’ll wait for him to go to sleep…like he did to me.
Mafia nods and focuses on a spec of dust floating in the light about twelve inches in front of him. Fingers twitching. Fists clenching then opening and rubbing each other. Nostrils flaring. Jaw clenching. Muscles flexing. Breath deep and harsh. Nervous.
Alec is totally calm.
They hear Soccer’s Beemer squeal to a halt. Both of them jolt to readiness as he blasts inside in his usual hurricane-like fashion, clumps up the stairs and lumbers into his room.
ALEC: How long does it take?
MAFIA: Few Minutes.
The shower starts up.
Mafia rises. Slips over to the bathroom door. Alec follows and watches as he opens the door and looks inside.
Soccer is crouched down in the shower, holding his head, water dancing over his back. He half falls to a kneeling position.
Mafia cannot move. Alec pushes past him.
ALEC: Come on.
He grabs Soccer under the arms.
SOCCER: What th’ fuck?
ALEC: Yeah, what the actual fuck. (to Mafia) You gonna help?
Mafia helps Alec carry Soccer to his bed and toss him on it, face down.
MAFIA: Dude, why’d you do it? Why the fuck did you — ?
Soccer rolls about, trying to get up but unable to control his actions. He maneuvers himself to the head of the bed. Mafia seemed unable to move.
ALEC: You want some help getting started?
Mafia shakes his head and yanks off his shirt. Alec pulls his jacket off. Then Mafia grabs Soccer by the ankles and twists him back onto his stomach.
SOCCER: What — what’s this –?
MAFIA: Payback, motherfucker…
He yanks his shorts down and kneels between Soccer’s legs.
ALEC: Be easier if you used some Vaseline or baby oil.
Mafia jerks a nod and goes to the bathroom.
Alec climbs onto the bed and holds Soccer’s head. Runs his hand down the guy’s back. He sort of tries to push him away but has no strength.
SOCCER: No — don’t wanna — not me.
ALEC: Liar. I saw your dick; it’s getting hard.
Mafia returns with some baby oil.
MAFIA: Like this?
Alec: Makes it easy for both of us. I’ll help you.
Alec straddles Soccer and pulls his ass cheeks open.
Soccer struggles. Whimpers. Tries to roll away. But Mafia and Alec too tight a grip on him, and Mafia lays on top of him…and pushes all the way in…and pumps away.
Mafia keeps at it. Hard.
Soccer grunts in pain.
Alec keeps Soccer from looking around, fights the animal within as he watches Mafia go. He’s like a tiger wanting to pounce.
INT. HOUSE BACK ROOM – NIGHT
A window on Alec’s laptop’s screen shows an overhead shot of half-naked Mafia fucking completely naked Soccer…then letting loose inside him…then rolling off him.
Alec works at the laptop, a feral look on his face as he glances at the window.
On the screen window, Alec has Soccer’s face in his crotch…as if he’s forcing himself into Soccer’s mouth.
In the house, we see Alec is finishing up a website titled My Porno Manifesto — Frat-Night proves that no man is straight.
On the screen window, Alec rises from the bed, tucking himself away. Soccer lies on the bed, unmoving. Mafia sits on the floor, exhausted and shaken.
Alec squats before Mafia. Gives him a deep, long kiss.
In the house, Alec’s chuckle is almost like a growl.
ALEC: Welcome to the club. Now you’re a man.
On the screen, Alec grabs his jacket and leaves the room.