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Part 2 - Trial
He noticed the showers on the far side of the room. There was no one else here. He needed to wash off and think. It took some effort to get Cole’s face out of his hole. Barely able to walk he limped to the shower and gratefully felt the warm water cascading over his bruised and violated muscles.
Everyone that had attacked him seemed to change right before it happened. Their eyes went dead and they all chanted the same thing in the same monotone; “You deserve rape”
Did it have something to do with the dyke?
He heard it again; “You deserve rape” Oh No!
The rag, and the hand, which held it over his mouth seemed to materialize out of nowhere. There had been no one here seconds before.
As he struggled he recognized two of the varsity hockey players, suddenly on him. They didn’t let the chloroform put him all the way out. They seemed to only want to weaken him.
“You whore!” one of them shouted “Struttn’ around here in your slutty tight jeans. Time someone gives you what you deserve. Fuck this cunt Jimmy!”
The savagery of the attack made Cole’s dick seem gentle.
Jimmy ripped into him like a pile driver, while his friend held him fast.
They took turns. He lost count how many times. Slamming his head against the tiles. Kisses followed by brutal beatings, Hours went by, the water turned cold, but one of their dicks was slamming into his ass the whole time.
Finally they seemed to grow tired and one of them socked his jaw so hard he fell to the tiled floor, cold water still raining over him mingling with the cum which leaked from every orifice and covered his entire body.
“This water’s too cold now. Let’s drag this slut into the weight room and see what the football team has for him”
He felt himself dragged, then tossed over a shoulder
Bro Dude couldn’t see who, or what was waiting for him, but he heard a cheer as he was carried in beaten and bruised, and the now familiar chant “You deserve rape! You deserve rape!”
He soon found himself laid out on a weight bench so they could explore his limp muscular body, and see how many times they could make him cum.
By the time his dick was raw from stroking they dragged him over by the pinball machine in the corner, shoved all the red party cups and empty beer bottles off the side table to make room for his exhausted body and threw him down on the surface. Someone immediately began to nurse is already sore cock, and yet another took him from behind.
Bored with that game, they found some clothes pins with which to torture his sensitive nipples. They chained him to a concrete pillar where a line formed for a turn at fucking him.
When his legs gave out and the chains threatened to pull his arms from their sockets, they threw him back over the weightbench for less damaging access
He had no idea so many people could be on one team. They must have been joined by the visiting opposing team.
“I wanna look at the whore’s face while we give him what he really wants”
They flipped him over for a different view
