Chapter 7
The awkwardness was heavy in the room as morning light scattered onto the office floor. They ate silently and went off on their own at the first opportunity. Bud went to another floor to search for anything useful and Tommy and Sherry sat in the stairwell.
She casually smoked an E-cigarette like everything was normal. “Something wrong?”
“What the fuck was up with you last night.”
“Me?” she pointed to herself with her free hand. “You’re the sissy cocksucker. I just watched.”
“You did a little more than watch.” Remembering her hands on his head, in his hair, along his neck.
“Yeh, I guess I did, huh,” she said flippantly.
Her demeanor was off-putting. “I just want to know why you said and did all that, OK?”
“You have not been listening then. I keep saying it to Bud, and you should have heard. I do it because I have to. Look, I can see you claimed dibs on him even if he is clearly a strait red-blooded male. I know you egged him on to rape me, even if the guy already left.” Tommy cringed. “Oh yeah, you thought I missed that you shit. Well, I didn’t but I get it. If I were you, I would have thrown me out the window by now. Anything to keep that prime piece of man.”
“How does me sucking Bud’s cock help you?”
“For one, you owe me. For another, it was fun. Got me off real good. It also bought me goodwill with Bud. I’m the girl who forgave him for rape and sucked his cock clean.”
“That was me!”
“You gonna tell him that? Going to tell him a sissy sucked him off instead of a hot number like me? He is a nice guy I can tell but still a man. He won’t kill you but you’ll hurt good after he’s done with you.”
She was spot on, of course. Bud would figure out Tommy was giving him HJ’s at night and his anger would only build.
Accepting the reality of this woman’s laid out, he asked the important question. “Where do we go from here?”
“Oh, I want nothing that you two have not already promised. The death of the laborers. I can take things from there. This just puts some energy in his step is all.”
“So, me and you are good.”
“Yep. Do you want to do it again tonight? It will be awhile before those fools realize or care their man is missing. The wait might be long.”
She knew his answer.
And so, the week dragged on, uneventful. Spirits were high though. Bud got his cock sucked every night. Sherry who could only take him halfway. They patrolled the floors, looking for signs of the men searching them, and made weapons to use against the laborers. Eventually things kicked into gear.
“Everyone, it’s time.” Bud, Tommy, and Sherry stood around the map as Bud explained what he’d found. “There have been signs of search parties on these floors.” He pointed to several floors. “One of these parties made camp while the others went back home.”
“So, one team makes a deep sweep of the floors while the others just make an appearance,” Tommy said, face close to the map.
“They are not this organized. Something must have happened. Could they have figured out who you two are? Maybe they saw you enter the building?” Sherry said.
Bud shook his head. “No, if that were true, they would have been all over us now, even accounting for the time to get organized against us.”
“Then what is going on?”
“It’s not us they saw. It’s someone else?” Tommy said. Sherry and Bud turned their attention from the map and to him. “I can’t be some kind of rebellion from the ladies since that would mean they would stay huddled together to keep them in line. If they found signs of us, they would have attacked earlier like Bud said. So, it’s a new intruder. Someone who took the stairs instead of traveling the elevator shaft.”
“The lower stairwell camera is the only one that works in the building,” Sherry said.
“Sherry that would have been good to know earlier,” Bud said in reproach. She had the shame to blush.
“How does this change the plan, Bud?”
Arms folded, tapping his fingers on his biceps, he took a second to think. “It doesn’t change the plan. In fact, this is what we wanted. They are splitting up, leaving the food and women unguarded. This also tells us a lot about who they are looking for. A high-value target that they feel comfortable going after in great numbers.”
“Hold on,” Tommy said. “It could also mean they are afraid and want to find and stomp out the threat.”
Sherry spoke, “No, Bud’s got it right. If a real threat came to the building, they would flee with the women. The person they are looking for is a girl.”
“OK so we just continue on like normal?”
“Yes,” Bud confirmed.
Bud was the one really getting ready, though. He would be the one doing the fighting while they went to the top floors for the women and food. Tommy was glad of it. He could kill if he had to,, but it made him lose his lunch.
Taking different paths, they split up. Without Bud, they took much longer to get up the floors. He missed the piggyback rides and Bud’s broad shoulders.
Sherry stopped him. “This is the floor.”
“You are sure nobody will be by the elevator.”
“It was out of service even before shit hit the fan. There are multiple elevators in the building as well. This one opens to part of the floor nobody goes to.”
Tommy struggled to open the door with his weak muscles, but eventually it relented. They now stood in a supply room.
“Why does the elevator open up here?”
She looked at him as if he were dumb. “Look at this stuff. Do you want to lug this up all those stairs?”
Point taken. They waited and listened for their opportunity.
Men cursed and women screamed as they vented their anger on easy targets. Men screamed as well. The sound of pain was familiar. The men had run into Bud and came out the loser in the exchange.
A man with a deep commanding voice ordered them back into the fight and Tommy picked up some clear chatter.
“No way that girl could do this.”
“I’m telling you it was this hulk of a man.”
“Tell me the truth. A girl fucked you up and now you are spinning this story of some giant.”
“Fuck you. I’m serious. We need to forget the girl and kill that bastard.”
They continued on like that for a while, the conversation devolving into curses and talk of not enough pussy.
“This is our chance,” Sherry said.
Tommy’s boy heart hammered against his ribs. He’d run into danger before long before meeting Bud. But this was different. The goal was to rescue and destroy. No turning back if things got tough.
“On three. One—”
Sherry opened the door and strolled calmly in. Tommy followed her loudly hissing at her for not following the plan but she kept on walking. Why was she playing this so cool?
He understood too late her plan. The memories of everything she’d said since meeting them surfacing too late for him to change what happened next.
Instead of sneaking past the men, she went right up to them. “Found that girl you have been looking for.” She pointed to Tommy.
Surprised, the man and sole guard of a bundle of women tied up on the floor said. “Shit Sherry, where have you been?”
“Barry dragged me off for some private time.”
“It’s been almost a week.”
Her breasts pressed forward and her hand went to her sharpely hip. The man understood. Who wouldn’t want to spend a week with her?
“At least you came back bearing gifts.”
Tommy glared at Sherry. He knew she wasn’t betraying him. She was using him like so many others had: as bait. While they had at him, she would destroy the food then free the women.
He surrendered to the man knowing he could not resist and let him lead him to another room.
The room had obviously been through some changes. Artwork adorned the pastel walls, and a bed featured in the center. A table with condoms and makeup stood at the corner next to a trash can with used sticky plastic. The garbage overflowed with the condoms, showing how often the men had used the women here.
The bed barely met the standards of clean its pillows and sheets matted with dried semen and yellow crust.
“Oh god,” Tommy cried.
Turning to see the man with his clothes already removed, he backed away, losing his footing, and falling on his back onto the bed. The skinny man was on him, tearing at his clothes.
The buttons came off easily and his pants followed with equal ease. Tommy picked these clothes for that reason. It now worked against him.
Looking at Tommy’s pale chest and pink nipples, the man’s cocks jutted forward. Using a bottle of lube, he’d not seen him grab the skinny man oiled up his cock. “Got some new pussy for once. The guys uys will be so jealous I first dibs on a teeny bopper like you.”
“Stop! You don’t understand!”
Like a whip, the man slapped Tommy across the face. Then he did it again, sending his face to the other side. “Takes two to get them to understand.”
Momentarily stunned, the skinny man pulled down Tommy’s panties. Then shouted. “What the fuck. You’re a dude.”
“I tried to tell you.”
The slaps rained down on him again, turning his vision to a show of stars. Growing tired of his abuse, the man screamed again at his bad luck. Hand balling into a fist, he got ready to punch Tommy’s lights out. Until he heard. “Fire! The food is on fire.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Putting his pants back on, the man rushed out of the room.
Rising himself, Tommy gathered his clothes, not bothering to put them on, and tried to leave the room. Only to be stopped by Sherry. “Hey.”
“You bitch.”
“You know what I’m doing and why I have to do it. And if I told you, you would have refused.”
“Damn right I would.”
“Look, there was no way we would sneak past them and free the women and then escape. Bud’s plans were cooked up by a guy who could Rambo his way in and out of problems. We can’t do that and if I brought it up, he would have shut my plan down too. Then where would we be?”
“Oh, I understand. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“No worse than I have suffered you whiny sissy.”
In Tommy’s mind, Sherry morphed into all the girls from his school days. “Why are you stopping me from leaving?”
“It’s not over yet. Stay here and the other men will come for you. For a boy you look good. They will come back angry from the setbacks against and scared because of the loss of food. When that happens, they need someone to take it out on.”
“Me.”
“You.” Sherry then added. “Think of it as a manly deed, standing up for the women. You’re being raped so the others don’t have to. Bud will be proud of you.”
That got him to pay attention. “Really?”
“Look how he treated me after what happened. Don’t you want him to comfort you after you’ve been fucked senseless by those brutes.”
Tommy’s mind drifted to the thought of Bud’s thick arms hugging him as he cried into his chest. “I’ll do it.”
“Good, cause they’re here.” A group of angry men came up behind her.
“Who the fuck is this!” It was the short man who had watched Bud fuck Sherry.
“It’s a fucking fag,” said the skinny man.
“Sissy.” Sherry corrected.
“Like it matters what he is called. Let’s fuck him,” said another man.
Men poured into the room, gruff and hairy. Anger on their faces. Pushing him down onto the bed, they held down his arms while the others removed their clothes. Soon all lay bare before him.
Some of their cocks were long, some thick, others curved upwards and others aimed right at him. They huddled around him, stroking themselves.
“Is it weird that he’s pretty?”
“His nipples are pink. Fucking pink.”
Tommy shook as the men commented on his sissy body. The man above him had his hard cock over his face as he held Tommy’s hands down. Still able he moves his legs, he kicked out at any man who came near him. Frustrated, they swarmed him, and a landslide of male flesh.
Eventually, a hand at his ankles pulled them spread-eagled to the sides. With his friends holding Tommy’s ankles and hands, the skinny man was able to poke his thin cock at his pink hole. It seemed his reluctance at fucking a male had disappeared.
Already lubed up from earlier, the man slipped in, the cold wet cock squirmed inside him. At first, there was no pain until the man violently began to thrust into him.
“Alright man, fuck the faggot.”
“Harder or he’ll like it.”
“Look at skinny go!”
The skinny man’s cock was thin but long and he jabbed at the roof of his ass insistently, determined to cause as much discomfort as possible. Tommy winced with every jab of his cock and then screamed when the other man joined in.
Hands pulled at his pink nipples, pulling them as if trying to pry them off a doll. Another rough hand squeezed then twisted his nipple until the pink nubs of flesh turned red.
“Fuck, I can’t wait. It’s not gay if he’s not fucking us.” The man holding his arms said before aiming his cock at Tommy’s mouth and shoving it in.
Compared to Bud’s cock it was tiny, but then Tommy was going at his own pace. Now he had to suck the man while men abused his nipples and stabbed the insides of his ass.
Unfortunately, his screams sent pulses through the man’s cock providing him great pleasure. At the same time, his ass tightened around the thin cock inside his boy cunt. The skinny man grunted and spurted slick semen into him.
Another man shoved him away, and he shoved himself into Tommy, without lube. Thicker and longer than the skinny man, Tommy screamed again, body wracking with the first pangs of sobs. By now he thought he would be used to this. He’d been raped many times before in highschool but these were grown men and the boys at school were, well, boys.
With the encouragement of the others, the men holding his legs pulled his legs wider, lewdly leaving him splayed as the man inside him grunted into his ass. Hairy hands used drew his hips onto his cock, slapping skin against skin.
“Make him scream again. I’m almost ready to cum,” said the man in his mouth. He was answered by the squeezing of both his nipples. Tommy tried to hold back his cries, but it only caused the men to twist and pull harder and when he finally relented and screamed his lungs out onto the cock in his mouth, the man roared. Thick cum poured into his mouth and his body arched up and he choked on the cock and cum.
“Yeah, that’s the way. Move your hips like that.”
Growing soft in his mouth, the man exited to be quickly replaced by another man whose huge balls rested on his forehead. He angled himself to stroke forward instead of downward into Tommy’s mouth and he held the cock in his throat until his body struggled for air.
“Thanks man, love the way he body shakes when he chocks.”
“No problem,” the man in his mouth mumbled, hips steadily drive into his mouth and down his throat.
Curious men rubbed and explored the rest of his body, commenting on his soft body, his pale skin, and the curves of his hips and thighs. Ashamed of their admiration of his sissy body, they got mean.
“Faggot.”
“Boypussy.”
“Gay whore.”
Name-calling. He’d heard it all before and could handle it. The violence that came with it however was always painful. Man after man took their turn in his sissy hole, cumming inside him, never giving him a chance to rest.
His mouth was sticky with cum and body bruised from the rough hands of the men. The lull in their fucking was only to clean up and have another go at him.
For the second round they turned him over, no longer needing to hold his legs apart as he was too tired to struggle. They had him on his belly, girlish ass facing them, hands at his sides.
“Get in there. Take it. Take it!” the man behind him strained to squeeze inside his still tight boy pussy, even with all the cum lubing him up. “Fuuuuck!” he moaned as he got the thick tip into him.
Quick thrusts forced the rest inside him until the man could pound his bubble boy butt. The slaps of hips meeting ass, causing his behind to reverberate on contact. The men, liking the show, slapped his ass as the man fucked into him.
He screamed and his back arched, highlighting his effeminate little body. A hand tugged his hair, and a cock reentered his mouth, silencing him.
Behind him, the man was replaced and decided to help out with the forced blowjob. The man reached out, grabbed Tommy’s head to shove it onto the cock. The extra force pushed him to the man’s smelly pubic hair.
Wanting this to end, Tommy closed his eyes and pretended he was with Bud. Memories of him sleeping safely by Bud’s side, stroking his manly cock let him believe the warmth filling his body was from Bud’s body not the cum of the strangers making use of him.
“Look, his boy clit is getting hard.”
“Didn’t even see that pecker.”
Tommy ignored their crude comments. These insecure men could only fall back on the same stale insults. All talk and no real action. They were here making use of his body because they had fallen to despair. A girl was loose in their hideout, a strange man hunted them down, and their food had burnt due to their slack watch. Doom came for them. If only they had the sense to notice.
Another spurt of semen filled his mouth at the same time another man came into his ass. He had lost track of who was who and honestly cared very little for what non-alpha cock entered him. He continued to close his eyes and dream of Bud. He even heard him, so deep was he in his sissy dreams.
When the men started to scream, Tommy knew this was no dream. The men around him scattered to confront the roaring teen at the door and were flung to the side like used tissue for their efforts.
Eyes red and machete in hand, he sliced, stabbed, and dismembered the men in the room. Naked and having spent what must have been hours raping Tommy, they stood no chance against Bud.
When the last of the men died, Sherry skipped into the room, ready with a blanket and a towel. Sherry hugged his cum soaked body, and though he rather have Bud’s arms around him, hers were nice too. He let himself close his eyes and rest against her bosom.