The Bawdy Pen

	Joey was his name, or at least the name he gave me.  We rushed over to his apartment eager to begin exploring each other's bodies.  He had picked me up at the only gay bar in this small town.  Usually, I have to content myself with whomever is left at closing time (the older and larger men), though I never minded.  Being one of the "left-overs" at the end of the night actually took away a lot of the anxiety for me.

	This time, however, I got the pick of the litter:  a tall, muscular, young black man with a handsome face and a brilliant smile.  He had commanded the attention of the room, but I'm the one he was taking home.  Little did I know at the time that I was the unluckiest person in that room.

	He brought me to his nearby apartment.  It was a tiny studio which was essentially a bedroom that someone had put a kitchenette in.  Without exchanging words, we started shedding our clothes.  His body was everything I could have imagined or wished for:  bulging pecs, rippling abs, and a cock that could have had its own zip code.

	He seemed just as interested in my modest body as I was in his perfection.  He pulled me in for a deep kiss as his hands explored every inch of me.  Slowly, I started sinking down.  My lips kissed his pecs.  My tongue explored the contours of his abs.  Then, finally, I was on my knees.  I took his meat into my mouth.  Even my experienced jaw had trouble accommodating his size, but I wasn't going to waste a second of this opportunity.  As he hardened in my mouth, I put the tip to the back of my throat.  He moaned in appreciation, but soon put his hand on my head and pulled me off.

	He didn't need words to communicate that he wanted to fuck.  He just looked down at me with a wild stare.  I stood and went to the bed.  He rolled on a condom and lubed up.  Then he used his hands to guide me into the position he wanted.  Missionary; face-to-face.  It's not what I expected.  As he began pushing his way in, he kissed me.

	For the next twenty minutes, he pumped his massive cock in and and out.  He showed no sign of slowing.  In fact, he was picking up the pace as if just getting started.  I closed my eyes as he nuzzled my ear and pushed his full length inside me.  Then I opened my eyes and pulled back in shock.

	Standing over Joey's shoulder were four other men.  I let out a small, horrified cry.  He turned, and one of the men put the muzzle of a revolver in his face.

	"What the fuck?" Joey exclaimed.

	The man made a shushing noise.

	"We don't want to wake the neighbors, do we?" the man said.

	"Get the fuck out of here," Joey demanded.

	"Oh, I'm sorry," the man said in a mocking voice, "Did you think there wouldn't be any consequences for your actions?  We want what's ours."

	"We can settle this later."

	"But I'm here now," as the man said this, he ripped the blanket off of us exposing our naked bodies.  Joey's cock was still half-way inside me.

	"Finish fucking," the man demanded.

	"No way.  Fuck off."

	The man pointed his gun again.

	Joey scoffed and said, "You can't kill me."

	The man then pointed the gun at my head and cocked the hammer back.

	"I can kill him."

	"Leave him out of this.  I don't even know him."

	"Well then I guess you won't mind if we cut him into pieces while he's still breathing."

	I heard a metallic click and looked over to see that one of the other men had pulled out a switch blade.

	"OK," Joey said.  "Just back off."

	The man relieved the hammer of his pistol and let it dangle at his side.  The switch blade was put away.

	"Hey," Joey said in a soft voice.

	I looked at him.  

	He wiped a tear away from my eye and said, "Try to relax, OK?"

	I nodded to him.  He re-positioned himself and started to fuck me again.  It was quite a different feeling than before.  As he pumped away, I looked around at the men.  The one with the gun, who seemed to be the leader, was an older black man; tall and well-built like Joey, but with a shaved head and a nasty scar running down the side of his face.  He looked back at me with a glare the communicated very clearly that he wouldn't hesitate to kill me if I got out of line.  Standing next to him was a young white man of average dimensions.  Then there was another white man:  tall and lanky.  Finally, there was a Latino man.  He was a short ball of muscle.  He wore a sleeveless shirt to show off his bowling ball sized biceps.

	"Hold on," the man's voice interrupted.  "Pull out."

	Joey obeyed, leaving my ass empty for the first time in a while.  The man reached down and pulled the condom off of Joey's dick.  He tossed it on the nightstand with a wet plop.

	"Continue."

	Without hesitation, without asking if it was OK, he reentered.  Now without protection, he continued to fuck me.  The presence of the four threatening men didn't seem to phase Joey that much.  In a few minutes, he was getting close to orgasm.

	"Don't pull out," the man commanded.

	Joey panted, grunted, then shot his load inside me.  We both looked at each other for a moment.  Then the tall, lanky man appeared beside the bed with one of Joey's dining table chairs in his hands.  He slammed it down.  Then the men pulled Joey out of bed and started tying him to the chair.  Once he was restrained, the leader nodded to the muscular Latino man.  The man looked at me and flashed a wicked smile.

	He began stripping off his clothes.  His body was bulging with muscle and covered in ink.  As he stroked his cock, he looked me dead in the eyes.

	"Roll over," he commanded.

	I hesitated.  I looked around for anything – a weapon, a method of escape – but with the now naked wall of muscle on one side of the bed, and the three other men on the other side, it was hopeless.

	"Hey," the man said as he reached his tattooed arm down and grabbed my throat.  "Do I have to hurt you?"

	I shook my head.

	"Then roll over."

	I did as I was told.  My ass, which still had Joey's cum dribbling out of it, was exposed.  He put his powerful hands on my hips and pulled me up into a 'doggy style' position.  Then I felt the bed sink as he took his position behind me.

	"Just take it like a man," he said.

	Then he pushed inside me.  As he said, I did 'take it like a man'.  Or, at least, I tried my best.  I wasn't going to let him think that he was hurting me, even though he was pounding me hard.  The air was filled with a slapping noise as he thrust his hips into my buttocks as hard as he could.  His harsh, hard fucking was painful at first, but I was hardly a virgin.  Eventually, I got somewhat used to the pain and began to look around.

	Joey was still tied naked to the chair.  The leader was demanding that Joey give them something.  When he refused he got a punch in the gut.  Eventually, the boss got tired of this.  He reached his hand down into Joey's crotch, and Joey screamed into his gag.  I couldn't see exactly what was being done, but I knew it was very painful.

	My attention was called back to my own predicament when I felt my hole being flooded with semen.  The muscular man had shot his load inside of me.  Now it was the average looking man's turn.  He pulled down his pants just enough to release his already hard cock.  He took me from behind and, in a few minutes, his load was inside of me.  I now had the cum of three men leaking out of my hole.

	The tall, lean man stripped off all of his clothes.  He pulled me off of the bed, and then pushed me back down so I was bent over the edge.  Joey was then untied and pushed down next to me.  We were now bent over side by side.  The tall man began to fuck me with no hesitation, and he held nothing back.  The leader knelt down behind Joey.

	He leaned forward and whispered into Joey's ear, "You ever been fucked before."

	Still gagged, Joey shook his head vigorously.

	The boss pulled the gag out of his mouth and said, "Last chance."

	"OK," Joey said, "It's in a locker at the bus station.  Number 45.  The key is taped underneath the table.  One of the men went over to the table, felt around underneath, and then pulled out a key.

	"Got it," he said.

	"Good," the boss said.  "Was that so hard?"

	He put the gag back in Joey's mouth, and then pushed his cock into Joey's ass.  Joey struggled and screamed to no avail.  The boss fucked him mercilessly causing his whole body to rock back and forth.

	It took no more than five minutes for the boss to blow his load into Joey's ass.  The tall man fucking me followed soon after.  Then, without uttering a single word, they cleaned themselves up and left.

	Joey and I stumbled to the shower and got in together.  As the hot water washed the cum and sweat away, he held me.  He told me that under no circumstances was I to ever tell anyone, and I never have.  Every once in a while, I'll see Joey at the bar.  His wild eyes stare at me, beckoning me back into his dangerous world.
Mature Content Warning
