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The Revengeful Trio
by Omofineboy
I am a year older than him but I never liked him so much. When we were younger, he used to get me and my younger brother Rick in trouble whenever he visited us. My father was a travelling sales man and my mother was a teacher. So, most of the time we were left to our own devices at home.
On a bright June afternoon, the breeze was cool, I could smell June bugs and a bird chirped merrily on the picket fence. I was enjoying a novel on our old porch swing and fantasizing about our neighbor’s pretty blonde daughter, Emily when
Dale drove his truck in. Without a word, he went inside the house and after a few minute came out with is duffel bag hung on his broad shoulder. He was big and muscular with disheveled look as his trademark. “Hey Mike, I am off to Baltimore,” he said over his shoulders. “Baltimore? Whats happening there?”I was mystified but glad that this glumly relative would not put a gloom on my parade. “I have a gig there. He replied curtly.”Tell your folks that.
He drove off his truck, leaving brown dust at his wake.
The next day, I was alone in the house. The rest of the family paid a visit to our old Aunt Charlotte and would spend the night there. I was hoping to utilize their absence and invite Emily over. I had invited her for a date and she had agreed. We planned to catch a movie at the Silverstone. Three hours before our date, I heard the door bell chimed. I was not expecting anyone but I hoped it wasn't Emily coming over to cancel our date. I was lying on my shorts earlier, so I grabbed my toweling robe and went to answer the door.
Three rough looking fellas all wearing dark glasses, looking maniacal stood before me. I smelt trouble. Why didn't I peep before opening the door, I thought fretfully. Our county aptly named Serenity was nothing but serene. We hardly hear of robbery or burglary and the community is closely knit. So these individuals weren't from around town.
“Dale we have found you, you stupid motherfucker, “roared the biggest among them looking a huge truck and spotting red bushy beard
Before I could respond, I was pushed in and all three entered the sitting room “I am not Dale. Dale has left yesterday for Baltimore, ” I explained fearfully. Then mustering a bit of courage, I demanded: “What is the meaning of this intrusion anyway?”
“Well, we can still leave a message with you to give to him for raping our friend’s sister,”the second guy looking like a version of a mean Brad Pitt said. “What are you yapping on about?” I asked. I knew Dale o be a basket case but a rapists?Nada. “Yeah, he raped my sister Imogen. And he must pay for it,” the third one said, his voice did not match his outrage. He was tall but not as bulky as the other two. “So, see, Gabe and Davie here and I must collect was is owed us,” the first guy said wickedly. “I don’t have any money and besides, you could report Dale to the police – ” I said.
They all laughed.
The big one gave a sign and Davie and Gabe pounced on me. I struggled but I was overpowered. A red scarf was used to gag me. I was taken to the guest room and my robe yanked away, exposing my semi-naked state. “See how smooth his skin looks. I betcha Davie Dale enjoyed fucking that tiny ass,” their ‘leader’ said and gave me a slap on my ass cheeks that elicited a wince from me. “Yeah,” Davie ogled. “Now it is our turn to pay back the wrong done us,” the leaders declared.“Gabe, Davie, go and keep watch in the sitting room in case any of those nosy neighbors decide to poke their noses in our affairs. We will take turns in banging this little faggot.” “Ok, Bob,” Gabe answered. I could not believe my ears. This must be a sort of dream. I pinched myself to make sure was not hallucinating.
The two left. The said Bob removed his shirt to reveal a massive chest covered with equally red hair. As he bet down to remove his shoes, I seized the moment and threw myself on him hoping to tackle him and escape through the window. I caught him by surprise but he overpowered me. He gave me a big whack on my head and darkness enveloped me.
When I came to, my arms were tied and my ass hole was in a searing pain. What felt like a club was ramming my hole. I wanted to scream but the gag muffled the sound. He grunted as he thrust mercilessly inside my ass. Then he shoved in one last time and I felt his cum, hot and thick flowing inside me. I was so humiliated; I blanked my mind from this ordeal. I regretted not visiting Aunt Charlotte.
He withdrew and without looking my way dressed up and left. Davie entered. He was already hard and sporting a six inch dick that looked like a fat cucumber. He dropped on his knees and shoved his hard prick inside me. With Bob’s semen already lubricated my ass, it was less painful. He was also rough but thankfully, he lasted just a minute. He made a guttural sound and poured his cum into me.
Gabe entered, stood and looked at me. I thought I saw a flicker of pity in his eyes but was quickly masked. He took his time to remove his clothes. When he came over me, he kissed me erotically and caressed me as if I was a woman. He was gentle and I could not believe I started enjoying it. He sucked my nipples and even sucked my now fully erect dick. He could really give head. In no time, I came in his mouth as he deepthroated me.
He measured his entrance and he made love to me like a lover. His kisses were hot and they made me dizzy. Without warning, he paused and I felt his cum, hot like molten magma. “Hey Gabe, why are you taking too long? Let’s roll,” Bob called from the other room.
He dressed up, untied me and removed my gag. “I am sorry,” he said sincerely and kissed me deeply. I heard their van speeding away.
I took a quick shower minutes after they’d left and rubbed Vaseline on my bleeding asshole.
Then the door bell rang again. “Hello Mike, are you in there? Are you all right? I just saw some rough looking fellas leaving. Should I call 911?”Mrs. Winterbottom’s squeaky voice flew in from the balcony.
Now she came. Where was she when my ordeal was on top gear?
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