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Part 3 - Verdict
Suddenly he heard the assistant coaches shouting
“What the fuck is going on in here??!!!”
The players cleared away
“Holy shit! Back outta here boys, we gotta get this kid some help!”
The assistant coaches untied his bonds, and laid him out, barely conscious on the floor..
Then they stopped
“Of course, he deserves it. He deserves rape” they began to chant in the familiar monotone.
One of them leaned in to kiss him, almost tenderly at first, before full animal rage kicked in.
Then they flipped him back over and began to feast on his ass like starving men who hadn’t eaten in years.
Without removing tongue from ass, they threw him over a saw horse and bound his arms from the ceiling. Bro Dude started to come to, just in time to feel them ravish his ass.
Finally, after the figured he’d had enough saliva lubrication, they took their savage turns as well.
“We’d better take this slut in to the head coach’s office and see what they can do with him”
“Hey coach, take a look at the whore. Where do you want him”
They pulled him up to a dazed standing position for inspection.
“The slut looks hot. He’s just begging for it”
“I think we need a closer look.” They let him drop to the floor.
“God, this stud slut is hot! Just look at this beautiful ass! No wonder they all raped him. He deserves it walking around with an ass like this. let’s get him up on the table. I’ve got something here that will fit pretty well in there”
The coach produced a clear plastic dildo.
“Yeah.. goes right in”
“Maybe something a little bigger. Since the whore’s taken so many cocks, I want to make sure he feels it”
Dude Bro cried out at what ever huge thing was rammed up his ass. His wrecked hole was so raw from repeated violation that blood ran from it, down his perineum and onto his leg. The sight made his rapists wild with lust.
“Goddam the slut’s ass looks mighty fine with a dildo up it. We should get some pictures. Let’s try a bigger one”
They spent some time trying out larger and larger dildos with which to violate him
Bro Dude began to groan loudly. “You’ve destroyed my ass!” He was slapped hard across the face in response. “Shut the fuck up whore! This is what you deserve. This is what you want. These toys are the least of your worries. Just wait till we take our turn. Damn look at that fine meaty ass” The hunk continued to moan so they taped over his mouth. “That looks even hotter”
“Fuck it! I have to take this bitch now” The coach roughly yanked the dildo out of his ass and rammed right in with his own cudgel. The bound stud screamed into his gag.
After the initial shock, Bro Dude went limp while the rest of them took their turns.
“He may be a disgusting slut, but damn he looks beautiful while he’s being fucked”
“Just looking at that fine ass, I could fuck all day”
Bro Dude wondered if this would ever stop.
One of the coaches liked to play with the cum leaking out of Bro Dude’s ass. Pushing it back up in the hunk with his finger and then fucking it back in.
They fucked him in to an almost catatonic state when it was announced the game was beginning. The head coach gave him a quick spanking because it ws what he deserved, before heading to the game.
After the coaches and players left the building, Bro Dude lay still for a long while. Cum and blood dripping out of his mouth, and abused asshole.
Was the dyke some sort of witch? Did she cast some sort of spell on him? He had to find her and beg her to call it off.
His bonds seemed to have come loose. Painfully he pushed himself up off of the bench, and forced himself to stand.
He saw a shirt and some pants on the corner of the locker room. He fell at leas four times as he tried to walk toward them but he finally made it. He dressed gingerly. Every part of his body ached.
He half crawled up the stairs toward the first floor, and found himself outside the Dean’s office. He dreaded what would happen, but had to find help.
The door was slightly ajar. He heard voices from within. He pushed his way in. The Dean looked to be going over some papers with that faggotty brown nosing assistant of his, called Nigel something. They looked up at the intruder.
“Can we help you?”
“Help me”
Dean crumbled to his knees.
The Dean and his assistant noticing his bruises, rushed to his side.
“Oh my God!” said the Dean. “What happened to you son?” He turned to his assistant “Call the infirmary”
They help him up to sit on the edge of the desk.
Bro Dude tried to speak, but words didn’t come out.
The Dean’s assistant had found the medical kit and was started swabbing at his cuts with a disinfectant cloth.
The Dean looked in his eyes. “I know this is hard. We’re getting you help. Can you tell us who did this to you?”
The Dean’s eyes went dead and his voice changed to a monotone.
“Were you tempting them with your provocative muscle shirts and ass hugging jeans?”
He pushed him back on the desk.
“What else did you expect, strutting around campus with your hot muscle ass and big pecs? How is any man supposed to resist that kind of teasing? You know as well as I do that you deserve rape. We both no you want it.”
They had pulled his shirt up around his neck, his pants completely off, and were holding his arms and ankles down, so he lay displayed like a sumptuous feast. No! Not again!
“Look at you lying there, tempting us with your tight body, rippling abs and massive chest. You’re just begging us to rape you” he was fondling is genitals. Nigel was pinching his nipples. The Dean took Bro Dude’s leaking cock in his mouth, while the assistant shoved his dick deep down the hunky campus pastor’s throat causing Bro Dude to choke and gag.
Bro Dude came in long shuddering ropes at the same time he was forced to swallow the same amount of Nigel’s cum.
“Nigel” said the Dean. “Flip this whore over. I’m going to teach you how to really rape a stud well.”
Bro Dude found himself, face down on the desk.
“You want to start slow, gentle at first. Here, use to finger to tap on his hole. Now wet it. Play with it. Tease it a little before inserting. That’s it. Good job. Take his balls in your mouth, then use your tongue to lick up the perineum, all the way along the crack.
Now just gently around the hole a few times before your tongue dives all the way in.
Then you can really go to down blowing sucking and slurping. Hear how he’s moaning? You’re doing a good job. I’m going to take my turn with the whore’s mouth, while you do that.”
Nigel was a natural. Bro Dude continued to moan while he choked on the Dean’s fat cock. pre cum drooled out of the ravished stud’s mouth and cock.
“I can’t take it any more” Shouted the Dean. “I’ve got to take this bitch’s hole now!”
He positioned himself before the hard muscle ass. “Now, Nigel, this is difficult, but I’m going to resist the urge to slam right in. I’m going to take it slow, before I start to pound into, and punish this cocky bitch.”
“Just look at that tight sweet ass. Unnghh he feels good”
They took turns more times than the dazed Bro Dude could count.
They tied his wrists to a beam in the ceiling, and took him standing.
“I think it’s time we showed our slutty friend my secret back office.”
They carried through a secret door hidden in the bookshelf to the Dean’s dungeon room.
Once there, the Dean decided his hunky captive’s bruised and battered ass needed a soothing coat of baby oil before and further punishment.
Then,they tied him to a large wooden X where the continued to play with his firm round ass.
They enjoyed fucking him in this position for a long time.
They then threw him down on the table, mocking and tormenting him while looking in his face.
The table was adjustable allowing them to force his head in through a hole. Trapped in this position he could watch them play with his helpless ass.
After a while they decided on a more classic position from which to rape the poor young preacher. They had a special torture table in the center of the room for just this purpose.
Lifting his ass they were able to force him into the optimum position
Naturally this continued for hours
“We have to get back to work.” The dean sighed. “Let’s make sure our cocky stud slut is subdued and secure for later use.”
Nigel picked Bro Dude up, Pro wrestling style, and slammed him down on the ground until he lay still.
They then chained his ankles to some sort of pulley system.
The crank made a loud metallic noise as the chains pulled his ankles o the ceiling and he was left hanging, head down, like a side of beef in a butcher’s freezer.
“That should hold him” The Dean put his hand on Nigel’s shoulder as they walked out of the dungeon. “You did a really good job today”
But it didn’t hold him. Bro Dude felt the leather straps holding his feet give way, and he collapsed onto the floor.
What ever magic, or hypnosis was doing this to him, it always seemed to allow him to escape.
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