Cecil had no idea how it happened. One minute, he was walking down the long corridor toward the garage to collect his car, and the next second, he was grabbed and pushed into a semi-dark room. Only a soft light was shining at the other end of the room. Several people were holding him; judging by their size, they were all men. The smell of leather was overwhelming.
“What the hell..?” Cecil blurted out as they started to tear off his clothes.
“Shut up, or we won’t go easy on you.” The deep voice sounded somewhat familiar, but Cecil couldn’t place it. He tried to fight them, kicking and punching whatever he could hit, but they were too many for him. He knew there was no point in fighting them, but he didn’t want them to think he would just roll over and let them kill him without a fight.
“Stop fighting, dammit,” a man said before he grabbed hold of Cecil’s waist and held him tight to his chest.
The man was huge. Towering over Cecil’s smaller frame. But Cecil wouldn’t let that stop him. He would soon be dead anyway, so he hadn’t much to lose.
“Help!” Cecil screamed. The man behind him placed his palm over his mouth, muffling his next shout.
Cecil could feel the man’s hard body against his ass. Was he erect or just too big?
‘Oh my god,’ Cecil thought just as someone pulled down his pants. His boxers soon went the same way. Only his t-shirt was still covering his chest, and Cecil fought them harder.
“Cool it, or I will fuck you without lube,” the man with the deep voice said.
“What the hell are you thinking?” Cecil couldn’t stop fighting. They probably planned to kill him afterwards, no matter how obedient he was. Besides, he wasn’t going to let anyone rape him without having a say about it.
He was slammed down on a hard surface. It took a few seconds before Cecil realised they had placed him on a table. Several men held his arms and legs down, and one of them put his broad palm on Cecil’s back and held him down. Then he felt someone reach between his thighs, grabbing him by the balls. Cecil stiffened while he wondered if they planned to unman him while they were at it.
“That seemed to calm you down,” the man with the deep voice chuckled. He sounded too smug.
Cecil wondered how they could see anything in the darkness. Then he felt them grab his hands and tie them to the table legs. He fought them as much as he could, but they overpowered him quickly since there were so many of them. Cecil tried to determine how many there were, but it was impossible. A blindfold was placed over his eyes. Soon after, he felt them turn on the lights. Thanks to the blindfold, it didn’t do Cecil any good. The light peeked through at the lower end of the blindfold, but with his hands tied underneath the table, he could do nothing about it.
“Very nice,” the deep-voiced man said. He seemed to be the one in command of the group. “Now, let’s talk about some ground rules, Cecil.”
Cecil stiffened as he called him by his name.
‘They knew him? How could he know his name?’
That probably meant that Cecil knew them too. Or he might be able to put a name behind the voice. But Cecil was still unable to recognise the name of their leader, and the others hadn’t spoken much yet.
“There’s no point screaming since the walls are soundproof. Besides, we will give you a stinking cloth in your mouth if you try it again. Is that clear?”
“Fuck you,” Cecil said.
The man laughed. “Gladly. But you seem to have missed the point. It will only be us doing the fucking, not you. In fact, we will fuck you so many times that you will be more sore than you have ever been before. By the time we’re done with you, our cum will be seeping out of any orifice you have.”
Cecil swallowed as he tried to remain calm. The man’s words chilled him to the bone, but it wouldn’t help anyone if they knew how nervous he was. Cecil tried to peek through the blindfold, tilting his head toward the man doing the talking.
“Why are you doing this?” Cecil asked.
“Because we want to. And you are our fucktoy for the night. Or you will be once we’ve prepared you with enough lube,” he said. He seemed to turn to someone else. “Enzo. Make him nice and slick for us.”