RPF: "Rick Gets What He Deserves" -- X rating
Title: Rick Gets What He Deserves
Notes: Most porny thing I’ve ever written. Yeah, I know I say that with each new fic, but seriously, this is dirty, wrong, Real Person Pornfic.
And this IS a work of **fiction**, created entirely from my own sick little mind, my utter contempt for Rick, and my firm belief that any man who thinks as much about gay sex as he does has a very specific reason for doing so. But hey, it's a joke, right? April Fool's! Because it's not like Rick is actually gay, right? Right.
If anyone has a link to this sort of story done better (because come on, it’s GOT to be out there), please let me know and I’ll take this down and link that one. I’m only writing it because nothing is coming up on google.
Warnings: Geez, what’s NOT here? Real Person Fic, porn, possible dub-con, possible blasphemy, toys, restraints, clichés, F-words, probably some accidental plagiarism, written in one day, unbeta’d.
Word count: 4662
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“Senator, you were robbed.” The big man with the shaved head and three-piece suit shook his head sadly.
Rick put on his best brave smile. “The party chose Mitt, and I’ll back him fully.”
“It’s a rotten shame. If anyone should be going up against that Kenyan socialist in November, it should be you.”
Rick basked inwardly. “Have we met?”
“No, sir,” the man said. “I’m Ray.
“Ray…?”
“Just Ray.”
“Well. Very nice to meet you, Ray.”
They shook hands, Rick admiring the firmness of Ray’s grip. Ray said, in a lower voice, “Look, we both know Romney can’t beat Obama. So we need to look forward to 2016. It’s going to be you taking back the White House. I have some friends who are eager to invest in your future. Can you get away for an hour or two, come meet them?”
Rick looked at Ray’s broad shoulders, at the ecstatic crowds clustered around Mitt and Mrs. Romney, then at his own wife who had her best sympathetic face on. She’d probably want to “comfort” him later. He shuddered. “Lead the way.”
Ray led him out through a service exit, “to avoid drawing attention.” As soon as they rounded the corner, they were joined by three more men in suits, but before Rick could say anything, Ray grabbed him by the arms. One of the men slapped a piece of duct tape over Rick’s mouth while Ray pulled Rick’s arms back painfully so that another could snap handcuffs on his wrists. One of them threw a bag over his head. Rick was too shocked even to fight back, so when they pulled him, he went, his feet moving forward of their own accord.
They went into a parking garage, and climbed into some sort of a van, by the sound of it, then took a long, silent ride, while Rick’s heart raced, wondering what they wanted, what they were going to do with him. He felt a hand slide into the pocket of his slacks, and he jerked, but the only thing the hand closed around was his cell phone, removing it from his pocket. After a stretch of time that felt endless, the van finally stopped. Rick was hustled out of it and into a building, where he was pushed facedown onto...some sort of bench? No, higher than a bench - lying on his chest and stomach, his feet barely reached the floor. Something looped around his ankles, binding them tightly to what must have been the legs of the bench-table, then his wrists were released from the handcuffs, and he sighed with relief, only to suck in another breath when his arms were lifted above his head, his wrists re-cuffed and attached to something so he could not move his arms. Only then was the bag removed from his head.
Squinting in the harsh glare of the single bulb overhead, Rick turned his head left and right, trying to find his captors. Ray stepped into his line of sight and ripped the duct tape off of Rick’s mouth.
“You’ll never get away with this,” Rick snarled. “My secret service agents-”
“-are guarding Mitt now, since he got the nomination. No one’s looking for you. We used your phone to send a text to your wife. You told her you wanted to be left alone for a while to think and pray.” Ray smiled. “Which is exactly what you’ll be doing.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“That’s up to you, Ricky,” Ray replied. He bent to look Rick directly in the eye. “You’ve been a very, very bad boy. You’ve spent your entire career demonizing nice gay boys like us, and we’re tired of getting fucked over. So now we’re going to turn things around. Robbie,” he said, turning away from Rick and beckoning to one of the other men.
The young man who stepped forward had a buzz-cut and muscles bulging under his suit. Rick watched with wide eyes as Ray slung an arm around Robbie’s neck and kissed him, Robbie returning the kiss and grabbing Ray’s ass. Their mouths were open, tongues licking and tangling. When the kiss ended, Robbie stepped back and began to slowly remove his suit, never looking away from Ray. When Robbie was naked, he began to undress Ray as well.
“Watch closely, Ricky, and see what you’ve been missing all these years.”
“I won’t!” Rick shut his eyes and began praying a rosary, even though he had no beads in his hands.
“Suit yourself,” Ray said. “But you may want to watch now so you’ll know what to expect for the main event.”
Rick’s eyes flew open. Robbie was down on his knees in front of Ray, pulling Ray’s half-hard cock out of a pair of dark blue boxer briefs.
“Watch closely, Ricky, and see how it’s done.” A few strokes from Robbie’s hand brought Ray’s cock to full hardness. He was enormous, but Robbie took him into his mouth and started bobbing up and down, coating the thick shaft with saliva.
Rick moaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. He wriggled on the bench (which he now saw was almost like a pommel horse), pushing with his feet on the floor, but he was unable to move more than a few inches. He gave up and collapsed onto the pommel horse, the cool leather against his cheek calming him, giving him courage. “You’re disgusting sinners.”
“So are you.”
Rick looked up, outraged. “I am not!” He tried to keep his eyes from drifting downward, where Robbie was now kneeling between Ray’s legs. It looked as if…no, he actually was licking and sucking on Ray’s balls, first one, then the other, then the first one again, rolling them around with his tongue, sucking one into his mouth, then-
“Yes, you are. It’s a sin to tell a lie, Ricky.” One of Ray’s big, meaty hands was moving lazily over Robbie’s head, the other was stroking his own giant cock.
“When have I ever lied?”
“Besides every time you open your mouth? Open your mouth, baby,” Ray said in a much gentler tone to Robbie, who pulled back, releasing the ball he’d been sucking on with a popping sound. Ray ran his thumb around Robbie’s spit-slicked lips, then pushed it inside. Robbie closed his eyes and sucked on it. “You lie about gay people constantly, but that’s old news. No, I’m talking about the lies you tell your family, your constituents, and yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sucked a bit of drool back into his mouth and licked his lips. Odd reaction; he’d heard of going dry-mouthed from fear, but never the opposite.
“Yes, I do. Roger, Rex, find me some proof.”
Rick heard movement behind him, but he couldn’t turn his head enough to see. He let out a yelp as a large, warm hand closed over his groin.
“Front and center,” one of the men told Ray, who laughed.
“Get your hands off me!” Rick shouted. He moved his hips, but bound as he was to the pommel horse, he accidentally pushed his hard (for he was indeed hard) five-inch length further towards that groping hand rather than away from it.
“I knew you’d like it,” Ray said, pulling his thumb out of Robbie’s mouth and replacing it with his dick again. “I think it’s time Rick joined the party.”
The hand released his hard-on and Rick whined in frustr-in relief. But his relief was short-lived, as he felt cool metal touch his leg.
“Careful, now,” one of the men behind him said. “Wouldn’t want anything to get cut accidentally.”
Rick went still, and listened to the sound of scissors slicing…his pants! The cool air moved higher and higher as Roger (or Rex) cut the fabric of his suit pants, exposing his bare skin. Soon enough, they’d take his pants away completely. Rick closed his eyes and tried to pray again, but the sound of the scissors now working on the back of his suit jacket, and the slurping noises coming from Robbie made him unable to concentrate. His heart was racing and his breath was making a damp spot on the pommel horse in front of his face. “You’re not going to….” He fell silent as the scissors cut the cuffs and sleeves of his shirt and it was pulled away. He was now naked except for his plain white briefs, his dark blue socks, and his shiny black dress shoes.
“We’re not going to what? This?”
Rick looked up to see Robbie on his hands and knees on what looked like a gym mat, his ass facing Rick. Ray picked up a small bottle, flicked the top open, then drizzled some of the contents onto Robbie’s crack. Robbie twitched, his back arching.
“Fuck, that’s cold!”
“Sorry, baby,” Ray said, rubbing his hand soothingly on Robbie’s lower back. He set the bottle aside and slid his fingers down Robbie’s crack, making sure that Rick had a good view. Down and up and down that hand moved, covering Robbie’s hole with the liquid, which Rick realized was lube, one of the words that had caused such problems for his campaign. Robbie gasped and moaned and wriggled, but he didn’t move away, not even when Ray pushed the tip of his finger into Robbie’s ass.
This time, Rick didn’t close his eyes, didn’t even try to look away or pretend he wasn’t aware of what was happening in front of him. Know thine enemy. If he made it out of this Hell alive, he would be stronger; he would have new weapons to fight with. Better to absorb it all, to see what depths humanity could sink to.
So he watched raptly as Ray slid that finger in and out of Robbie’s ass, going a little deeper each time, until he’d worked it in up to the knuckle. “You like it, Ricky?” Ray asked, turning to look at Rick, who didn’t reply. “Come on, you can tell me. We’re all friends here.”
The two men behind Rick laughed. They stood close enough that he could feel the heat coming off of their bodies, but they weren’t touching him. He knew what was coming, and he wished they would just get it over with, already. The suspense was what was killing him, not the throbbing of his cock against the pommel horse.
The throbbing lessened when Ray removed his finger from Robbie, but then it grew worse when Ray pushed two fingers inside that dark, slick hole. Robbie let out a wail, and Rick grasped at it like a lifeline.
“You’re depraved! You pretend to be kind, tricking him into obeying you, then you hurt him with your unnatural acts! May God have mercy upon your soul.” There. That was better. Back on solid-
“Shut up, dude,” Robbie moaned. “You’re harshing my finger-fuck, ah, yeah, right there, fuck!” Robbie threw his head back and pushed back on Ray’s fingers. “More, come on, quit playing and give me more!”
“In a minute, baby.” Ray pulled out his fingers and wiped them on his thigh. “I don’t want to neglect our guest. Rex?”
Rick felt metal against his asscheek, and shivered as his underwear was cut apart and pulled away. This was it, then. He steeled himself for what was coming. The only way to defeat homosexuality was to understand it from within. He would experience that most degrading of acts and learn from it, the better to stand firm against it. And speaking of firm, his dick felt like iron. He hadn’t been that hard in years. No doubt a reaction to the fear he was experiencing, the fear that was heating his body, despite the lack of clothing.
Panting, he watched as Roger (or Rex), as naked and well-built as Ray and Robbie, stepped forward and picked up the bottle, carrying it back behind Rick. Rick heard the snick of the cap opening, and then, fuck! Robbie was right, that was cold. So cold that he twitched involuntarily, his now-wet ass rising before he realized what he was doing and tried to clench his butt cheeks together.
“You’re going to give me AIDS, aren’t you?” he asked, but he was distracted from the seriousness of the question by the lube that was dripping from his ass crack over his scrotum and onto the pommel horse. Between the handcuffs and his bound ankles, he couldn’t move much, but if he wiggled his hips a little, he might be able to get a nice rhythm going with his dick sliding against the lube on the leather
“No, Ricky. We’re nice boys. We always play safe.” Ray picked up his jacket and took a strip of condoms out of the pocket, pulled the top one off of the strip, and tossed the rest to the men behind Rick. Then he tore open the wrapper with his teeth.
Dammit, Rick had always wanted to tear a condom wrapper open with his teeth, but condoms were a sin. Everyone knew that. If he made it out of there alive, he would have to confess the flash of envy he’d just felt. Envy was one of the Deadlies.
Ray rolled the condom onto that ginormous dick of his, then nudged Robbie, so that he turned to face the wall. Roger (or Rex), who was also hard, who also had a condom on his long, thick, beautiful cock, brought the bottle back to Ray. Both men coated their condom-covered cocks with the lube, then knelt on the mat near Robbie’s ass. “Rex, what’s taking so fucking long?” Ray snapped.
“Sorry,” the fourth man said from behind Rick. Ah, so the man plastered against Ray’s back, running his hands up and down Ray’s hairy chest, was Roger! “It was down at the bottom of the bag.”
The sound of another condom wrapper tearing caught Rick’s attention, but only for a second, because Roger had pulled away from Ray and was pouring lube on his fingers. But Ray was pressing his cock into Robbie, who cried out, pushing back. Ray bent over him and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding onto him, keeping him from moving, murmuring something into his ear.
“No, I’ve been patient,” Robbie moaned. “I don’t give a fuck about him, just fuck me, already!”
“In a second,” Ray said. “Rex? You all set there?”
Rick watched in a daze as Roger pushed his lube-coated fingers into Ray’s ass. What was going on? Ray was the most masculine of all of these men, he had penetrated Robbie, therefore, he was obviously the “man” in this group of sick, twisted homosexuals. Why on earth would he allow anyone to put anything up his ass?
But a second later, Rick stopped thinking, because suddenly there were fingers on his own asscheek, pushing it aside so that something hard and blunt could touch his lube-coated crack. Finally. That is to say, the horror was finally beginning, which would mean it would finally be ending. Yeah.
He gasped as the object - smoother than a fingertip (he supposed) but smaller than a penis (he guessed) rubbed back and forth across his hole, dripping more lube onto him. He didn’t even bother trying to clench - he would be a man, get through this, and hold his head high.
He sighed as the object pressed against his hole, then withdrew, then pressed in again, just how Ray had pushed his fingers into Robbie’s passage. And just as with Ray’s fingers, the lube was helping the object go further and further into him with each nudge. He wondered what it was that was pressing so deliciously into him. A dildo? A vibrator? He’d seen things like that when his church group had protested a pornographic novelty store in their town. Maybe what Rex was pushing into him was one of those enormous black fake penises. The store had had a lot of those, and they didn’t cost nearly as much as Rick would have thought.
Whatever it was, it felt huge, so he opened himself up to it as much as possible. It slid in, stretching him more and more, and he cried out as it suddenly popped past his sphincter, which tightened around the narrower “neck” of the object. Wide, then narrow....It was a butt plug! He’d seen those at that porn store, too. Too utterly filthy and disgusting. Rick tried to catch his breath as his ass clamped down on the plug, now settled comfortably in his rectum. He wiggled his still-hard dick into the puddle of lube on the pommel horse and shuddered as the plug shifted inside of him with every movement of his hips.
“Finally.”
Rick blinked, his eyes focusing on Ray, who was looking past him. Ray, who was still balls-deep in Robbie. Ray grinned at the man who came around from behind Rick, pulling off a pair of latex gloves and tossing them aside. He was naked as well, but slimmer than Robbie, and unlike the other men, his dick hung limply between his legs.
“Fuck you,” Rex said. “Thought I was gonna lose my lunch.”
“Someone had to do it, and you drew the short straw,” Ray said. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Gonna have to bleach my eyeballs,” Rex muttered. He turned his head and spit onto the floor, then slumped onto his knees in front of Robbie and curled his hand around his dick. “Don’t know if I’ll ever get it up again.”
“Try? For me?” Robbie said, lifting his head to smile at Rex.
“For you.” Rex gave Robbie a weak smile. Lifting his hand, he spit on the palm, then wrapped it around his flaccid cock.
Perverts, Rick thought, watching as Rex’s cock grew longer and thicker. Rick’s eyes darted between that growing cock and Rex’s bottom lip that he alternately bit and licked as he stroked himself. Rick licked his own bottom lip, then bit it, then moaned and tried to hump the pommel horse in earnest. But just he couldn’t move enough.
Rex’s cock was finally hard enough to stand on its own, and he rose up on his knees, moving towards Robbie. He pulled his cock back and let it slap against Robbie’s mouth a couple of times before Robbie started sucking him.
This time, Rick wasn’t able to stop the drop of drool that fell from his lips. He moaned, his hips twitching against the pommel horse, but the lube and the pre-cum dripping from the end of his dick had made the leather too slick, and he wasn’t getting any blessed friction.
The plug in his ass was driving him crazy just sitting there. He wished it would move, in and out, in and out, just the way Ray was giving it to Robbie, and - oh, Father, Son and the Holy Spirit! - the way Roger was giving it to Ray.
For Roger was indeed fucking Ray, who was bent over Robbie, fucking him, who was sucking Rex’s cock like it was a damned popsicle. Rick didn’t know where to look. There were cocks everywhere, sliding into mouths and asses, and there, under Robbie! Ray had his hand wrapped around Robbie’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts as he moved back and forth between Robbie and Roger.
Muscles flexed, deep moans came from throats that were covered in beard stubble. Strong hands grasped, stroked, clutched. At one point, the whole thing came to a stop as Roger pushed Ray down and leaned forward. Rex, on the other end, leaned forward as well, and the two men shared a wet, sloppy kiss, as Rex’s cock went deep into Robbie’s throat and Roger’s went deep into Ray’s ass. Then they began to move again.
“Ricky.”
Rick looked up into Ray’s eyes. Ray wrapped his arms around Robbie and pulled him upright, their arms entangled so that Robbie’s body was on display, but he kept watching Rick as he reached down again and jerked Robbie’s cock, slamming into him from behind. Robbie came, sobbing, shooting jets of spunk onto Rex, who had taken his own cock in hand. Ray stopped thrusting, then gave Robbie a kiss on the side of the neck and let him collapse onto the mat. Robbie laughed shakily, then crawled forward and began sucking Rex’s cock again.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Ricky?” Ray lifted his arms and wrapped them around Roger’s neck behind him. His cock slapped against his belly with every one of Roger’s thrusts.
A whimper escaped Rick’s throat as he jerked futilely against the pommel horse.
“What was that?” Ray asked. Roger reached around him, stripping off the condom and grabbing Ray’s dick, sliding his hand up and down that thick shaft as he fucked him. Ray closed his eyes and growled, then opened them again, pinning Rick with his stare. “We could give this to you, Ricky. Is that what you want? To have one of us in your ass, and another one in your mouth, banging you from both ends until you come screaming? Or do you want to jerk off while you watch the other two suck each other, or fuck each other? Robbie here loves to give head, and I love to rim. We could do whatever you want. Because you’re gay, and this is what you want, isn’t it?”
“YES!” Rick screamed. “Yes, I want it! I want all of it! I want you to fuck me and I want to taste dick and I want all of you to come on me, and God, would you just please fuck me now!”
Ray’s face contorted and he gasped, “Good…good boy.” Then he shuddered and jerked, coming in thick white splatters across Robbie’s back. Behind him, Roger groaned, holding Ray so tightly that his fingers dug into Ray’s flesh. After a moment, he let go, and Ray fell forward onto his hands while Roger crumpled and lay on his back, panting. Rex was last to the party, pulling out of Robbie’s mouth and finishing himself off, his hand a blur as he worked his cock until he shot his load. He sat back on his ass, breathing heavily, then crawled forward to give Robbie a kiss and touch Ray on the cheek. Ray smiled at them, then got to his feet and walked towards Rick.
“Oh, thank you,” Rick said, squirming against the pommel horse. “But you’ll go easy on me, right? I’ve never done this before, but God, I’ve wanted to. I’ve wanted it for so, so long.” He lifted his ass, inviting Ray to remove the plug. He hoped it had stretched him enough, because Ray’s dick was huge. “How long will it take you to get hard again?”
“Depends on what’s waiting for me,” Ray replied from behind Rick. “And depends how bad someone wants me. How bad do you want me, Ricky?”
“Really, really bad,” Rick sighed, wiggling his ass again. “More than anything.”
“Then I’ll give you exactly what you deserve,” Ray murmured.
Rick sucked in an excited breath, and another pulse of precum leaked out the end of his dick.
He frowned a moment later when Ray walked towards his friends, carrying a duffel bag.
“What are you doing?” Rick asked.
“Getting cleaned up.” Ray pulled some hand towels out of the duffel and tossed them to Rex, Robbie, and Roger, who began wiping themselves off. Ray did the same with his own towel.
“Okay,” Rick said. He could wait. Hell, he’d already waited nearly 40 years to be with a man; a few more minutes wouldn’t kill him, even if his dick did feel like it was about to fall off. But when Ray and Friends had finished cleaning up and began to dress, Rick frowned. “Why are you getting dressed? Aren’t we going to do it?”
Ray stopped in the middle of buttoning his shirt. He walked over to Rick, then moved behind him and jiggled the butt plug. Rick shuddered and whined.
“Please....”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
Ray tugged at the butt plug, pulling it out just a little. Rick felt tears of joy well in his eyes, but then Ray let go of the plug. Rick’s ass sucked it back in, and Rick sobbed. “But you said-”
"I said I’d give you what you deserve. So for being a closeted gay hypocrite, for causing our community to suffer because of your legislation and lies, I’m going to leave you right here, all alone, so you can think about what you’ve done. Consider it the mother of all time-outs.” He grasped the plug again and pulled it out in one swift movement.
“No!” Rick squawked as the plug came out, then he blinked and shook his head. “What? No, you can’t do this!”
Ray stepped away from Rick, dropping the condom-covered plug onto one of the used towels, soiling it with a mixture of lube and fecal matter. He and the other men finished dressing, then they collected the plug, towels, lube, condoms and wrappers, and also the latex gloves Rex had needed in order to be able to touch Rick, and threw them all into the duffel bag as Rick stared at them disbelievingly. Then Roger folded up the mat and picked it up.
“See you around, Ricky,” Ray said, and headed towards the door, the other men following behind him.
“Wait!” yelled Rick. “Wait, you can’t just leave me like this! You said you’d do all of those things to me, you promised!”
“No,” Ray said, turning around and jabbing a finger at him. “I said we could. I never said we would.”
“Robbie,” Rick said, trying to catch the younger man’s eye. “You can have me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I saw the way they treated you, the way they humiliated you, using you like that. You must want the opportunity to be the man for once.”
Robbie’s mouth fell open. “You are fucking clueless, man. Seriously, read a book or go on Wikipedia or something. You really have no clue.”
“But don’t you want-”
“Dude, I’m not putting my dick anywhere near you,” Robbie said, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
“Roger-”
Roger drew back as well. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you had the last asshole on earth.”
“Or if you were the last asshole on earth, which you might could be,” Rex added, before Rick could try to persuade him.
Ray stepped forward and patted Rick softly on the cheek, pulling his hand away when Rick tried to lick it. “No, Ricky. You’ve been very bad for a very long time. You don’t deserve anything as nice as what we could give you.” He stepped back. “We’ll send someone to pick you up in an hour or two. Although I think it’s going to take a lot longer than that for you to learn your lesson.”
And with that, Ray, Robbie, Roger and Rex left the room, shutting the door behind them, leaving Rick alone with a softening erection, an empty ass, and a boundless ocean of regret.
~ the end ~
Notes: Most porny thing I’ve ever written. Yeah, I know I say that with each new fic, but seriously, this is dirty, wrong, Real Person Pornfic.
And this IS a work of **fiction**, created entirely from my own sick little mind, my utter contempt for Rick, and my firm belief that any man who thinks as much about gay sex as he does has a very specific reason for doing so. But hey, it's a joke, right? April Fool's! Because it's not like Rick is actually gay, right? Right.
If anyone has a link to this sort of story done better (because come on, it’s GOT to be out there), please let me know and I’ll take this down and link that one. I’m only writing it because nothing is coming up on google.
Warnings: Geez, what’s NOT here? Real Person Fic, porn, possible dub-con, possible blasphemy, toys, restraints, clichés, F-words, probably some accidental plagiarism, written in one day, unbeta’d.
Word count: 4662
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“Senator, you were robbed.” The big man with the shaved head and three-piece suit shook his head sadly.
Rick put on his best brave smile. “The party chose Mitt, and I’ll back him fully.”
“It’s a rotten shame. If anyone should be going up against that Kenyan socialist in November, it should be you.”
Rick basked inwardly. “Have we met?”
“No, sir,” the man said. “I’m Ray.
“Ray…?”
“Just Ray.”
“Well. Very nice to meet you, Ray.”
They shook hands, Rick admiring the firmness of Ray’s grip. Ray said, in a lower voice, “Look, we both know Romney can’t beat Obama. So we need to look forward to 2016. It’s going to be you taking back the White House. I have some friends who are eager to invest in your future. Can you get away for an hour or two, come meet them?”
Rick looked at Ray’s broad shoulders, at the ecstatic crowds clustered around Mitt and Mrs. Romney, then at his own wife who had her best sympathetic face on. She’d probably want to “comfort” him later. He shuddered. “Lead the way.”
Ray led him out through a service exit, “to avoid drawing attention.” As soon as they rounded the corner, they were joined by three more men in suits, but before Rick could say anything, Ray grabbed him by the arms. One of the men slapped a piece of duct tape over Rick’s mouth while Ray pulled Rick’s arms back painfully so that another could snap handcuffs on his wrists. One of them threw a bag over his head. Rick was too shocked even to fight back, so when they pulled him, he went, his feet moving forward of their own accord.
They went into a parking garage, and climbed into some sort of a van, by the sound of it, then took a long, silent ride, while Rick’s heart raced, wondering what they wanted, what they were going to do with him. He felt a hand slide into the pocket of his slacks, and he jerked, but the only thing the hand closed around was his cell phone, removing it from his pocket. After a stretch of time that felt endless, the van finally stopped. Rick was hustled out of it and into a building, where he was pushed facedown onto...some sort of bench? No, higher than a bench - lying on his chest and stomach, his feet barely reached the floor. Something looped around his ankles, binding them tightly to what must have been the legs of the bench-table, then his wrists were released from the handcuffs, and he sighed with relief, only to suck in another breath when his arms were lifted above his head, his wrists re-cuffed and attached to something so he could not move his arms. Only then was the bag removed from his head.
Squinting in the harsh glare of the single bulb overhead, Rick turned his head left and right, trying to find his captors. Ray stepped into his line of sight and ripped the duct tape off of Rick’s mouth.
“You’ll never get away with this,” Rick snarled. “My secret service agents-”
“-are guarding Mitt now, since he got the nomination. No one’s looking for you. We used your phone to send a text to your wife. You told her you wanted to be left alone for a while to think and pray.” Ray smiled. “Which is exactly what you’ll be doing.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“That’s up to you, Ricky,” Ray replied. He bent to look Rick directly in the eye. “You’ve been a very, very bad boy. You’ve spent your entire career demonizing nice gay boys like us, and we’re tired of getting fucked over. So now we’re going to turn things around. Robbie,” he said, turning away from Rick and beckoning to one of the other men.
The young man who stepped forward had a buzz-cut and muscles bulging under his suit. Rick watched with wide eyes as Ray slung an arm around Robbie’s neck and kissed him, Robbie returning the kiss and grabbing Ray’s ass. Their mouths were open, tongues licking and tangling. When the kiss ended, Robbie stepped back and began to slowly remove his suit, never looking away from Ray. When Robbie was naked, he began to undress Ray as well.
“Watch closely, Ricky, and see what you’ve been missing all these years.”
“I won’t!” Rick shut his eyes and began praying a rosary, even though he had no beads in his hands.
“Suit yourself,” Ray said. “But you may want to watch now so you’ll know what to expect for the main event.”
Rick’s eyes flew open. Robbie was down on his knees in front of Ray, pulling Ray’s half-hard cock out of a pair of dark blue boxer briefs.
“Watch closely, Ricky, and see how it’s done.” A few strokes from Robbie’s hand brought Ray’s cock to full hardness. He was enormous, but Robbie took him into his mouth and started bobbing up and down, coating the thick shaft with saliva.
Rick moaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. He wriggled on the bench (which he now saw was almost like a pommel horse), pushing with his feet on the floor, but he was unable to move more than a few inches. He gave up and collapsed onto the pommel horse, the cool leather against his cheek calming him, giving him courage. “You’re disgusting sinners.”
“So are you.”
Rick looked up, outraged. “I am not!” He tried to keep his eyes from drifting downward, where Robbie was now kneeling between Ray’s legs. It looked as if…no, he actually was licking and sucking on Ray’s balls, first one, then the other, then the first one again, rolling them around with his tongue, sucking one into his mouth, then-
“Yes, you are. It’s a sin to tell a lie, Ricky.” One of Ray’s big, meaty hands was moving lazily over Robbie’s head, the other was stroking his own giant cock.
“When have I ever lied?”
“Besides every time you open your mouth? Open your mouth, baby,” Ray said in a much gentler tone to Robbie, who pulled back, releasing the ball he’d been sucking on with a popping sound. Ray ran his thumb around Robbie’s spit-slicked lips, then pushed it inside. Robbie closed his eyes and sucked on it. “You lie about gay people constantly, but that’s old news. No, I’m talking about the lies you tell your family, your constituents, and yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sucked a bit of drool back into his mouth and licked his lips. Odd reaction; he’d heard of going dry-mouthed from fear, but never the opposite.
“Yes, I do. Roger, Rex, find me some proof.”
Rick heard movement behind him, but he couldn’t turn his head enough to see. He let out a yelp as a large, warm hand closed over his groin.
“Front and center,” one of the men told Ray, who laughed.
“Get your hands off me!” Rick shouted. He moved his hips, but bound as he was to the pommel horse, he accidentally pushed his hard (for he was indeed hard) five-inch length further towards that groping hand rather than away from it.
“I knew you’d like it,” Ray said, pulling his thumb out of Robbie’s mouth and replacing it with his dick again. “I think it’s time Rick joined the party.”
The hand released his hard-on and Rick whined in frustr-in relief. But his relief was short-lived, as he felt cool metal touch his leg.
“Careful, now,” one of the men behind him said. “Wouldn’t want anything to get cut accidentally.”
Rick went still, and listened to the sound of scissors slicing…his pants! The cool air moved higher and higher as Roger (or Rex) cut the fabric of his suit pants, exposing his bare skin. Soon enough, they’d take his pants away completely. Rick closed his eyes and tried to pray again, but the sound of the scissors now working on the back of his suit jacket, and the slurping noises coming from Robbie made him unable to concentrate. His heart was racing and his breath was making a damp spot on the pommel horse in front of his face. “You’re not going to….” He fell silent as the scissors cut the cuffs and sleeves of his shirt and it was pulled away. He was now naked except for his plain white briefs, his dark blue socks, and his shiny black dress shoes.
“We’re not going to what? This?”
Rick looked up to see Robbie on his hands and knees on what looked like a gym mat, his ass facing Rick. Ray picked up a small bottle, flicked the top open, then drizzled some of the contents onto Robbie’s crack. Robbie twitched, his back arching.
“Fuck, that’s cold!”
“Sorry, baby,” Ray said, rubbing his hand soothingly on Robbie’s lower back. He set the bottle aside and slid his fingers down Robbie’s crack, making sure that Rick had a good view. Down and up and down that hand moved, covering Robbie’s hole with the liquid, which Rick realized was lube, one of the words that had caused such problems for his campaign. Robbie gasped and moaned and wriggled, but he didn’t move away, not even when Ray pushed the tip of his finger into Robbie’s ass.
This time, Rick didn’t close his eyes, didn’t even try to look away or pretend he wasn’t aware of what was happening in front of him. Know thine enemy. If he made it out of this Hell alive, he would be stronger; he would have new weapons to fight with. Better to absorb it all, to see what depths humanity could sink to.
So he watched raptly as Ray slid that finger in and out of Robbie’s ass, going a little deeper each time, until he’d worked it in up to the knuckle. “You like it, Ricky?” Ray asked, turning to look at Rick, who didn’t reply. “Come on, you can tell me. We’re all friends here.”
The two men behind Rick laughed. They stood close enough that he could feel the heat coming off of their bodies, but they weren’t touching him. He knew what was coming, and he wished they would just get it over with, already. The suspense was what was killing him, not the throbbing of his cock against the pommel horse.
The throbbing lessened when Ray removed his finger from Robbie, but then it grew worse when Ray pushed two fingers inside that dark, slick hole. Robbie let out a wail, and Rick grasped at it like a lifeline.
“You’re depraved! You pretend to be kind, tricking him into obeying you, then you hurt him with your unnatural acts! May God have mercy upon your soul.” There. That was better. Back on solid-
“Shut up, dude,” Robbie moaned. “You’re harshing my finger-fuck, ah, yeah, right there, fuck!” Robbie threw his head back and pushed back on Ray’s fingers. “More, come on, quit playing and give me more!”
“In a minute, baby.” Ray pulled out his fingers and wiped them on his thigh. “I don’t want to neglect our guest. Rex?”
Rick felt metal against his asscheek, and shivered as his underwear was cut apart and pulled away. This was it, then. He steeled himself for what was coming. The only way to defeat homosexuality was to understand it from within. He would experience that most degrading of acts and learn from it, the better to stand firm against it. And speaking of firm, his dick felt like iron. He hadn’t been that hard in years. No doubt a reaction to the fear he was experiencing, the fear that was heating his body, despite the lack of clothing.
Panting, he watched as Roger (or Rex), as naked and well-built as Ray and Robbie, stepped forward and picked up the bottle, carrying it back behind Rick. Rick heard the snick of the cap opening, and then, fuck! Robbie was right, that was cold. So cold that he twitched involuntarily, his now-wet ass rising before he realized what he was doing and tried to clench his butt cheeks together.
“You’re going to give me AIDS, aren’t you?” he asked, but he was distracted from the seriousness of the question by the lube that was dripping from his ass crack over his scrotum and onto the pommel horse. Between the handcuffs and his bound ankles, he couldn’t move much, but if he wiggled his hips a little, he might be able to get a nice rhythm going with his dick sliding against the lube on the leather
“No, Ricky. We’re nice boys. We always play safe.” Ray picked up his jacket and took a strip of condoms out of the pocket, pulled the top one off of the strip, and tossed the rest to the men behind Rick. Then he tore open the wrapper with his teeth.
Dammit, Rick had always wanted to tear a condom wrapper open with his teeth, but condoms were a sin. Everyone knew that. If he made it out of there alive, he would have to confess the flash of envy he’d just felt. Envy was one of the Deadlies.
Ray rolled the condom onto that ginormous dick of his, then nudged Robbie, so that he turned to face the wall. Roger (or Rex), who was also hard, who also had a condom on his long, thick, beautiful cock, brought the bottle back to Ray. Both men coated their condom-covered cocks with the lube, then knelt on the mat near Robbie’s ass. “Rex, what’s taking so fucking long?” Ray snapped.
“Sorry,” the fourth man said from behind Rick. Ah, so the man plastered against Ray’s back, running his hands up and down Ray’s hairy chest, was Roger! “It was down at the bottom of the bag.”
The sound of another condom wrapper tearing caught Rick’s attention, but only for a second, because Roger had pulled away from Ray and was pouring lube on his fingers. But Ray was pressing his cock into Robbie, who cried out, pushing back. Ray bent over him and wrapped an arm around his waist, holding onto him, keeping him from moving, murmuring something into his ear.
“No, I’ve been patient,” Robbie moaned. “I don’t give a fuck about him, just fuck me, already!”
“In a second,” Ray said. “Rex? You all set there?”
Rick watched in a daze as Roger pushed his lube-coated fingers into Ray’s ass. What was going on? Ray was the most masculine of all of these men, he had penetrated Robbie, therefore, he was obviously the “man” in this group of sick, twisted homosexuals. Why on earth would he allow anyone to put anything up his ass?
But a second later, Rick stopped thinking, because suddenly there were fingers on his own asscheek, pushing it aside so that something hard and blunt could touch his lube-coated crack. Finally. That is to say, the horror was finally beginning, which would mean it would finally be ending. Yeah.
He gasped as the object - smoother than a fingertip (he supposed) but smaller than a penis (he guessed) rubbed back and forth across his hole, dripping more lube onto him. He didn’t even bother trying to clench - he would be a man, get through this, and hold his head high.
He sighed as the object pressed against his hole, then withdrew, then pressed in again, just how Ray had pushed his fingers into Robbie’s passage. And just as with Ray’s fingers, the lube was helping the object go further and further into him with each nudge. He wondered what it was that was pressing so deliciously into him. A dildo? A vibrator? He’d seen things like that when his church group had protested a pornographic novelty store in their town. Maybe what Rex was pushing into him was one of those enormous black fake penises. The store had had a lot of those, and they didn’t cost nearly as much as Rick would have thought.
Whatever it was, it felt huge, so he opened himself up to it as much as possible. It slid in, stretching him more and more, and he cried out as it suddenly popped past his sphincter, which tightened around the narrower “neck” of the object. Wide, then narrow....It was a butt plug! He’d seen those at that porn store, too. Too utterly filthy and disgusting. Rick tried to catch his breath as his ass clamped down on the plug, now settled comfortably in his rectum. He wiggled his still-hard dick into the puddle of lube on the pommel horse and shuddered as the plug shifted inside of him with every movement of his hips.
“Finally.”
Rick blinked, his eyes focusing on Ray, who was looking past him. Ray, who was still balls-deep in Robbie. Ray grinned at the man who came around from behind Rick, pulling off a pair of latex gloves and tossing them aside. He was naked as well, but slimmer than Robbie, and unlike the other men, his dick hung limply between his legs.
“Fuck you,” Rex said. “Thought I was gonna lose my lunch.”
“Someone had to do it, and you drew the short straw,” Ray said. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Gonna have to bleach my eyeballs,” Rex muttered. He turned his head and spit onto the floor, then slumped onto his knees in front of Robbie and curled his hand around his dick. “Don’t know if I’ll ever get it up again.”
“Try? For me?” Robbie said, lifting his head to smile at Rex.
“For you.” Rex gave Robbie a weak smile. Lifting his hand, he spit on the palm, then wrapped it around his flaccid cock.
Perverts, Rick thought, watching as Rex’s cock grew longer and thicker. Rick’s eyes darted between that growing cock and Rex’s bottom lip that he alternately bit and licked as he stroked himself. Rick licked his own bottom lip, then bit it, then moaned and tried to hump the pommel horse in earnest. But just he couldn’t move enough.
Rex’s cock was finally hard enough to stand on its own, and he rose up on his knees, moving towards Robbie. He pulled his cock back and let it slap against Robbie’s mouth a couple of times before Robbie started sucking him.
This time, Rick wasn’t able to stop the drop of drool that fell from his lips. He moaned, his hips twitching against the pommel horse, but the lube and the pre-cum dripping from the end of his dick had made the leather too slick, and he wasn’t getting any blessed friction.
The plug in his ass was driving him crazy just sitting there. He wished it would move, in and out, in and out, just the way Ray was giving it to Robbie, and - oh, Father, Son and the Holy Spirit! - the way Roger was giving it to Ray.
For Roger was indeed fucking Ray, who was bent over Robbie, fucking him, who was sucking Rex’s cock like it was a damned popsicle. Rick didn’t know where to look. There were cocks everywhere, sliding into mouths and asses, and there, under Robbie! Ray had his hand wrapped around Robbie’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts as he moved back and forth between Robbie and Roger.
Muscles flexed, deep moans came from throats that were covered in beard stubble. Strong hands grasped, stroked, clutched. At one point, the whole thing came to a stop as Roger pushed Ray down and leaned forward. Rex, on the other end, leaned forward as well, and the two men shared a wet, sloppy kiss, as Rex’s cock went deep into Robbie’s throat and Roger’s went deep into Ray’s ass. Then they began to move again.
“Ricky.”
Rick looked up into Ray’s eyes. Ray wrapped his arms around Robbie and pulled him upright, their arms entangled so that Robbie’s body was on display, but he kept watching Rick as he reached down again and jerked Robbie’s cock, slamming into him from behind. Robbie came, sobbing, shooting jets of spunk onto Rex, who had taken his own cock in hand. Ray stopped thrusting, then gave Robbie a kiss on the side of the neck and let him collapse onto the mat. Robbie laughed shakily, then crawled forward and began sucking Rex’s cock again.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Ricky?” Ray lifted his arms and wrapped them around Roger’s neck behind him. His cock slapped against his belly with every one of Roger’s thrusts.
A whimper escaped Rick’s throat as he jerked futilely against the pommel horse.
“What was that?” Ray asked. Roger reached around him, stripping off the condom and grabbing Ray’s dick, sliding his hand up and down that thick shaft as he fucked him. Ray closed his eyes and growled, then opened them again, pinning Rick with his stare. “We could give this to you, Ricky. Is that what you want? To have one of us in your ass, and another one in your mouth, banging you from both ends until you come screaming? Or do you want to jerk off while you watch the other two suck each other, or fuck each other? Robbie here loves to give head, and I love to rim. We could do whatever you want. Because you’re gay, and this is what you want, isn’t it?”
“YES!” Rick screamed. “Yes, I want it! I want all of it! I want you to fuck me and I want to taste dick and I want all of you to come on me, and God, would you just please fuck me now!”
Ray’s face contorted and he gasped, “Good…good boy.” Then he shuddered and jerked, coming in thick white splatters across Robbie’s back. Behind him, Roger groaned, holding Ray so tightly that his fingers dug into Ray’s flesh. After a moment, he let go, and Ray fell forward onto his hands while Roger crumpled and lay on his back, panting. Rex was last to the party, pulling out of Robbie’s mouth and finishing himself off, his hand a blur as he worked his cock until he shot his load. He sat back on his ass, breathing heavily, then crawled forward to give Robbie a kiss and touch Ray on the cheek. Ray smiled at them, then got to his feet and walked towards Rick.
“Oh, thank you,” Rick said, squirming against the pommel horse. “But you’ll go easy on me, right? I’ve never done this before, but God, I’ve wanted to. I’ve wanted it for so, so long.” He lifted his ass, inviting Ray to remove the plug. He hoped it had stretched him enough, because Ray’s dick was huge. “How long will it take you to get hard again?”
“Depends on what’s waiting for me,” Ray replied from behind Rick. “And depends how bad someone wants me. How bad do you want me, Ricky?”
“Really, really bad,” Rick sighed, wiggling his ass again. “More than anything.”
“Then I’ll give you exactly what you deserve,” Ray murmured.
Rick sucked in an excited breath, and another pulse of precum leaked out the end of his dick.
He frowned a moment later when Ray walked towards his friends, carrying a duffel bag.
“What are you doing?” Rick asked.
“Getting cleaned up.” Ray pulled some hand towels out of the duffel and tossed them to Rex, Robbie, and Roger, who began wiping themselves off. Ray did the same with his own towel.
“Okay,” Rick said. He could wait. Hell, he’d already waited nearly 40 years to be with a man; a few more minutes wouldn’t kill him, even if his dick did feel like it was about to fall off. But when Ray and Friends had finished cleaning up and began to dress, Rick frowned. “Why are you getting dressed? Aren’t we going to do it?”
Ray stopped in the middle of buttoning his shirt. He walked over to Rick, then moved behind him and jiggled the butt plug. Rick shuddered and whined.
“Please....”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
Ray tugged at the butt plug, pulling it out just a little. Rick felt tears of joy well in his eyes, but then Ray let go of the plug. Rick’s ass sucked it back in, and Rick sobbed. “But you said-”
"I said I’d give you what you deserve. So for being a closeted gay hypocrite, for causing our community to suffer because of your legislation and lies, I’m going to leave you right here, all alone, so you can think about what you’ve done. Consider it the mother of all time-outs.” He grasped the plug again and pulled it out in one swift movement.
“No!” Rick squawked as the plug came out, then he blinked and shook his head. “What? No, you can’t do this!”
Ray stepped away from Rick, dropping the condom-covered plug onto one of the used towels, soiling it with a mixture of lube and fecal matter. He and the other men finished dressing, then they collected the plug, towels, lube, condoms and wrappers, and also the latex gloves Rex had needed in order to be able to touch Rick, and threw them all into the duffel bag as Rick stared at them disbelievingly. Then Roger folded up the mat and picked it up.
“See you around, Ricky,” Ray said, and headed towards the door, the other men following behind him.
“Wait!” yelled Rick. “Wait, you can’t just leave me like this! You said you’d do all of those things to me, you promised!”
“No,” Ray said, turning around and jabbing a finger at him. “I said we could. I never said we would.”
“Robbie,” Rick said, trying to catch the younger man’s eye. “You can have me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I saw the way they treated you, the way they humiliated you, using you like that. You must want the opportunity to be the man for once.”
Robbie’s mouth fell open. “You are fucking clueless, man. Seriously, read a book or go on Wikipedia or something. You really have no clue.”
“But don’t you want-”
“Dude, I’m not putting my dick anywhere near you,” Robbie said, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
“Roger-”
Roger drew back as well. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you had the last asshole on earth.”
“Or if you were the last asshole on earth, which you might could be,” Rex added, before Rick could try to persuade him.
Ray stepped forward and patted Rick softly on the cheek, pulling his hand away when Rick tried to lick it. “No, Ricky. You’ve been very bad for a very long time. You don’t deserve anything as nice as what we could give you.” He stepped back. “We’ll send someone to pick you up in an hour or two. Although I think it’s going to take a lot longer than that for you to learn your lesson.”
And with that, Ray, Robbie, Roger and Rex left the room, shutting the door behind them, leaving Rick alone with a softening erection, an empty ass, and a boundless ocean of regret.
~ the end ~