straighthell-stories:

How the fuck could I do that?  How could I let half the team – half the goddam team – fuck me?  One after the other.  One after the other, like they’d fuck some cheap hooker they’d rented for the night.  How could I do that?

And why would they want to do that to me?  Jeez, they were supposed to be my friends, my bros.  How could they just line up and stick their cocks up my ass one after the other, laughing and joking about ‘the little whore’ they were fucking, about how tight ‘the bitch’s pussy’ was?  Fuck, man, that ‘little whore’ they were fucking was me; the ‘bitch’s tight pussy’ was my asshole.  It was my ‘tight pussy’ they were filling with their ball-scuzz over and over again. They treated me like a slut they’d picked up in some dingy alley; and that’s what I felt like  That’s what I felt like as they all took their turns fucking me – like some dirty, back-alley slut.

How could I ever look those guys in the face again, knowing what they’d done to me, what I let them do to me?.  What did they think of me?  What were they saying about me?  Was I still their bro – or was I now just their fuck-bitch?  Was that it?  Was I now the team fuck-bitch?  Was I expected to just bend over and spread ‘em whenever one of my teammates got a bone he wanted taking care of?  Was that it?

Jesus, why had I let them fuck me?  Why had I let them all fuck me?  Why?

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