He was struggling and fighting against the restraints. As I described what we were planning to do to him his eyes got wide and he shook his head side to side. He obviously did not like the idea of being raped by me and my friends. He still thought of himself as a straight man. He could not imagine our cocks penetrating his virgin holes, using him as a fuck toy. His mind was fighting it, but the boner in his boxer briefs was giving away the fact that his body wanted to be used. We had seen him checking us out in the gym, and had pegged him as a faggot. He was so far in the closet that he did not even realize himself that he was hungry for dick. We decided, that for his own good, we would help him out.

We had seen this before. The only way for a fag like him to understand his role in life, was to show him what he was made for, serving real men. It’s not really rape, because his body is asking for it, even if his mind is fighting against it. We knew that after a couple of weeks bent over taking cock after cock, he would learn to understand his place as a cum dump.

If we were honest with ourselves we would admit that forcing him to take our cocks and showing him what he was meant for, was not entirely an altruistic act on our part. We enjoyed the look on his face as we popped his cherry “against his will”. There was a certain amount of joy in cunting this “straight man”. If we were totally honest, his struggles made us hard.

But deep down, we knew that raping him was a noble act that would benefit everyone in the long run. We were good guys.