Thread: Male Rape Camp (with CougarGirl)

There were no nighttime visits and Mike woke to find a note pushed under his door. It told him to report to the gym at 10.45. Good, that meant he took take a leisurely breakfast. But first he had to chose his underwear for the morning. They were changed each day when he was away from his room and each day brought a range of fancier designs in smaller size. He picked the largest, which happened to be a silk thong in bright pink with bows in red over each hip. It fitted snugly so long as he wasnt aroused. Neatly tucked into his latest underwear, Mike headed for the mess hall and his breakfast. As he sat down, three guys at a table by the window looked across. As he sipped his coffee, he was aware that they were throwing glances at him and, he was sure, talking about him. As he was ending his meal, they left and he returned to his room, where he lay on his bed reading until it was time to go to the gym. His route took him passed what appeared to be a empty row of buildings. As he turned the corner he saw ahead of him two of the men who had been watching him at breakfast. As he approached, they moved away from the wall to block his path. What are you doing here? The voice came from behind him and he turned to find himself trapped between the three men who had been in the mess hall. Training, he told them, and I need to get to the gym for the next session. Not so fast. One of the guys put his hand on Mikes chest. Mike knocked it away and tried to move round the two men in front of him, but the man behind pulled him back and all three clustered around him, pushing into the doorway of the building. It was, as it had appeared, empty. We dont like people interferring around here. We dont like strangers. Weve got this place organised just the way we like it. They were talking at him like a Greek chorus, each comment overlapping the last. Look, Mike sensed trouble and wanted to placate these men so that he could go about his business. Look, guys, I dont know what you are talking about. Im only here for a few days then Ill be gone, without interferring in whatever you have organised. So if you dont mind, Ill be on my way. Actually, the voice came from behind him, we do mind. As Mike swung round to confront him, he was met by a punch to his stomach. His reaction was instant, doubling over and then bringing his head up sharp into the mans face. He heard a crack and a curse and felt hot blood running onto his head. Bastard, fucking bastard, the man gasped. Get hold of him for me. Mike was grabbed by his arms from behind as the third man delivered a fast punch into his crotch. The others let go and Mike collapsed to the dusty floor. Strip him and tie him up, the man spluttered through the blood pumping from his nose. We need time to get clear of here. Mike was too weak to put up much resistance. Although he managed to land some kicks, they didnt stop the men rolling his onto his chest and pulling at his clothes. It was when he was down to his underwear that they stopped. Well, well, what have we got here? Looks like a nancy boy. Yea. Thats the captains favourite colour. Seeing him dressed like that is really distracting me, you know that. All three men were pulling out their cocks and rubbing them as they circled Mike. The one with the bloodied nose claimed first pickings. Get his skimpies off and make him bend over. The others pulled his thong off and dragged up him onto his feet, before pushing his shoulders down. No sooner was he bent double that a cock was rammed up his ass. No ceremony, no pleasure, not like those delicious visits from Wayne, rock hard cock, sheer power, punishment, revenge, pain. Mike braced himself to endure what was happening to, almost relieved that his experience on the programme had prepared him for this. After several minutes the cock withdrew to be replaced by a smaller model, that hammered him just as viciously until in its turn it was replaced. When it finally withdrew, the guys circled Mike again, wanking hard on their dicks until in unison they exploded, spraying their spunk over his body. They stowed their equipment away and stood laughing for a while before each delivered him a vicious kick in his balls, leaving him rolling around the floor. As soon as he was able to stand, Mike grabbed his clothes and hurried back to his room. He dared not appear in his dishevelled state, even if it meant being late. On his door, he found a note. Congratulations on passing the course. Report back to your unit immediately. Good luck. There was no name at the bottom.