Date: Wed, 3 Apr 2013 20:47:34 +0100 From: David Spowart Subject: The Wrong Kind of Frat Experience O.K., the usual warnings apply: This story contains sex between males of consenting age, and if your state or country does not allow such material to be read, or you are offended by male-on-male sex and you are under the age of 18, please leave this story now. This story is the property of the Author and copying whole are in part is only permitted with the Author's written consent. And is subject to copyright�2013 David Spowart all rights reserved "The Wrong kind of Frat Experience" By David Spowart Edited by J Matlock When I woke up, I had a hood of some sort over my head; my mind was spinning. I could feel someone poking at my asshole. I couldn't protest, as I had a ball gag in my mouth and could not physically move. I could hear voices all around me cheering this person on. I could feel, boy could I feel those fingers pushing inside my ass. I could feel a cold gel like substance being squeezed into my ass. My mind was screaming `Stop, please don't do this, Please' I pleaded with my body. I tried to squeeze my ass tight, hoping he would stop; he didn't. The cheers grew louder as he forced his way into me. 4 hours earlier... "Hey Mark, you ready yet?" yelled my best friend, I could not believe I was going to a frat party. I told Jessica I was going, but she didn't want to go. This frat has a dubious rep on campus. "It's just a party, babe" I insisted, but she would not relent; her loss. "You are off the leash tonight, dude; you gonna hook up with some sorority chick?" Dan asked, as we approached the frat house. "Nah, I like Jess. She is a bit of a prude, though" I replied. "Hey, welcome. Keg's in the back, help yourselves" A tall blond guy, said pointing to the back of the house. "Hey" I said to one of the frat boys I knew. "Glad you could make it, Mark; you will remember this night, I promise you" Lance said, shaking my hand. The music was banging as was the company, some hot sorority girls were all over the frat guys, it was a night of nights, Dan was kissing some girl he had only just met and were let's say getting on very well, I snickered to myself. "Hey here's a fresh one dude" said Lance walking to me with another brother handing me a fresh beer, "This is Jordan, he is a brother here" he introduced. He looked at me strangely, I put it down to the fact I had a genuine buzz going. "Hey man, nice to meet you" Jordan said pushing out his hand for me to shake. "Yeah thanks' man" I replied shaking his. "You going to pledge" he asked, and I was considering it, but not necessarily this house, but who knows, "See you later on" added Jordan as I didn't give him an answer. I was starting to feel it, I don't know why but I was beginning to feel somewhat weak, my leg's did not feel like mine, I had to find somewhere to sit. A short time later... "Hey, dude, you okay?" Dan asked. "A bit light headed," I said, and I felt a little dizzy. "Is he okay?" asked someone, I assumed to be Lance. "Think he's had a little too much" replied Dan, making himself heard over the din of the music. "You better take him home; or, better still, take him upstairs. Let his sleep it off" added Lance. "You sure man? This is a sweet party; I would hate to leave early" replied Dan. He and Lance helped me upstairs, and lay me on a bed. "Thanks' man, he will suffer in the morning, trust me" added Dan, and then the room went black. I was frozen. Not cold; I could not move. Was I drunk, or had I been drugged. I had only been here a couple of hours. Ten minutes or so later, I heard someone come in to the room. I could not see who it was. The bedside light came on. It hurt my eyes, but I could not cover them as I was still frozen paralysed. I had been drugged, roofied. "Hey Mark, you okay buddy?" I heard a familiar voice. I could feel my clothes being cut from my body, then, I was flipped over. I could not speak. "Oh, that's a sweet ass" he said, stroking my ass cheeks. All I could think was `please stop, please', I begged. If only I could get the words out. I felt him rub my ass hole. I was pleading, but no sound came out. I tried to think I was panicking, Where was Dan? I needed help. I heard him spit on my ass as he continued to rub over my hole. I was again feeling dizzy, but I fought to stay awake. I again heard the door open. "Jordan, fuck man, leave him alone; we still have a fucking party going on, dude" I heard who I now knew was Lance. Why the fuck wasn't he kicking this guy's ass. "His fucking friend is still here, for fuck sake; you can get a crack at his ass, later" He added. I was in a blind panic. I heard this Jordan stand up and whisper in my ear, "You will remember tonight, Mark; trust me on that one" and he placed a cloth over my mouth and I was gone. Present time... "Jordan...Jordan...Jordan" I heard them scream as he ploughed into me hard and without any mercy. "Yeah, fuck the faggot; he is fucking loving it" I heard someone yell. "Yeah, he fucking wants my cock, don't you fag" I heard Jordan yell as he punished my asshole. I was in agony. I was crying, but this could not be seen; as the hood and the gag saw to that. I had no perception of time. I have no idea where I was, but assumed somewhere in the frat house, where was Dan? "Go on, pound his pussy, make it raw" they continued to yell. I was being raped. I knew I would have never consented to this. Thoughts of Jess came to me, but soon vanished when I heard Jordan yell, "I'm going to cream his ass. Get ready for my cum, you faggot." "Seed his ass... Seed his ass... seed his ass" I head the chorus of frat boys urging him to keep fucking me until he busted his nut. He soon pulled out. I could feel his cum seeping out of my ass. The chorus of approval from the watching brothers made my heart sink, what the fuck did I do to deserve this shit? "Next" I heard Lance yell. "Let me have the faggot" I heard another person yell. I was begging in my mind for this to stop. I didn't want to be a victim; I wanted them to leave me alone. "Go on, fuck him wide open; your cock will tear him open Leroy" I heard them yell. I remembered a big, lumbering black guy by the keg; he was massive. He rammed his cock hard and fast into me. The pain was indescribable; I almost blacked out I knew he tore me. "Yeah, your ass was made for a big dick like mine, you cocksucking faggot" he yelled, his head next to my ear. I don't know who they think I am. I have never looked at another guy in a sexual way, never mind sucked his dick. The force of his thrusts pushed me off the thing I was on, and I slammed hard onto the floor. It was carpeted, so that was the only mercy I had this night. My ass was up on the platform; my head pressed into the floor. "Plough that ass...Plough that ass" chants were being yelled. "Yeahhhhhhh" they screamed, as Leroy played to the crowd of his peers. "Oh, don't worry, I can fuck this twinks white ass all night long" he yelled. "Fuck that twink... fuck that twink" chants followed. The pain just intensified; the side of my face grew numb. "Get me some lube, this white ass is dry" Leroy demanded, and I heard a bottle being flipped open. Leroy pulled out and pushed the top of the bottle into my ass, then squeezed the contents into my ravaged, sore ass. "Fuck him hard, Leroy" I heard Lance yell. I thought this guy was my friend; thought he had my back. "Fuck him hard, fuck him hard" the chants returned. I was pulled back up. He flipped me onto my back and pushed my knees up to my chest. I had no strength or ability to resist; all I could say to myself was survive, just survive. Leroy re-entered me with some force; my head again bounced off the floor. He was as relentless as was the chants. I could only imagine the damage they were doing to me. Soon, I heard another voice yelling for him to finish: Lance. "Come on, cream his cunt. I want to fuck the faggot retard" Lance insisted, and the pounding speeded up. He hammered my ass, the pain still searing throughout my body. "Yeah, get ready, faggot, daddies cumming, ahhhhhhhhhhh" Leroy screamed in triumph, as the second load of cum was deposited in my ass. I was now crying, and anyone could hear me now; the drug was losing its grip. I could make sounds, not words; due to the ball gag in my mouth. I could make slight movements, but not enough to fight my way free. A third cock now was pushing its way into me, as Lance lay on top of me. I could hear and feel his breath on my neck. "Told you, didn't I? Didn't I tell you that you would remember tonight, Mark" he said softly into my ear. "You want to know why I had you fucked over? " he started, but thrust deep and hard into me; causing me to scream out loud, and it was heard. "Oh, the faggot felt that" someone yelled, and laughter filled the room. "Well, I will tell you why" he said, while fucking me harder and with more venom than either of the other two. "Your brother" he said. What the fuck does this have to do with Drake? He left last year. "You see, Mark" he again rammed hard, and with hate; and the cheers erupted. "Your fucking brother did this to me; payback is a bitch" he added, before Cumming hard in my ass. I was in agony. I knew my ass was ripped; I could feel it with every thrust that was made. Soon, the ordeal was over; I was left alone. The sounds of cheering and congratulations being offered could be heard as the frat boys left. I after sometime was able to curl up in a ball, I was embarrassed and humiliated; I don't know how I was going to get out. I soon fell into a painful exhausted sleep. The following morning. When I awoke, I heard no noise. I could move, but my ass hurt like fuck. I stood up, but collapsed to the floor because my legs were so weak. I pulled off the hood and removed the gag. I was in a basement of some sort; I was naked, that I already knew. The only light was from a small window near the ceiling. Bottles of water were everywhere, so I grabbed one and took a long pull on it. I was so thirsty. I sat down on the platform that had been used to rape me. My ass hurt; I reached down and could feel a small rip in my anus. I could feel blood, but it had congealed somewhat. I saw a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I tried to get a sense of where things were. I heard someone talking upstairs, but could not make out what was said. The door opened and I heard footsteps coming down. I panicked and cowered in the corner. I knew some martial arts; but did not know if I could fight, I was so weak. "Fuck, you still here? I thought you left" I heard someone say. He flipped on the light. It was the tall blond guy who welcomed us into the house. "Please, no more" I whimpered, begging not to be hurt anymore. "Dude, what the fuck?" I heard another voice; it was Lance. "Fuck off, Lance. Is this your doing?" the guy asked. "He was the fag entertainment, James. I thought he left last night" Lance lied. "Look I have told you about bringing hookers, haven't I" James responded somewhat pissed. "HELP ME!!!!!" I somehow got my voice back and yelled out as loud as I could. Lance bolted upstairs, and James came toward me. "Hey, I know you; you came to the party...fuck!!" he said, crouching down to help me up. "I need help, will you please help me?" I begged tears flowing freely. He placed me on the platform and stood in front of me. I could see he was looking somewhat worried; he looked around the room and spotted the items I had discarded. "I will be right back, okay?" he said, and ran back upstairs. He returned about five minutes later. At this point, I began to cry uncontrollably. He had given me a dressing gown. I wrapped it around my body and was comforted by the fact that my ordeal was over. "Come on, let's get you upstairs" James said softly. His words were soothing me, he smelled good. What the fuck. No, I didn't mean that... fuck!! I mean, I can appreciate the fact a guy is good looking; but attracted to?...nuh uh. I walked with help to the den of the house. Several guys were sitting, talking. "Who is he?" someone asked. "He was left in the basement" James answered. "Oh, the faggot" someone else replied. "I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT" I again screamed, as loud as I could muster. The anger was now rising and taking over my body. "Hey dude, you didn't ask for it to stop; and fuck, Leroy is a horse hung mother fucker, and you didn't even flinch" they all laughed. "Guys, please" James insisted. He sat me down, and brought me a glass of water. The thirst was still demanding more fluids. I again began to sob; I again heard laughter. "What is so fucking funny" I demanded. One of the guys stood up not far from me and pointed his cell phone at me. A video showing me being raped by this Jordan guy was playing. I could see he was sitting not far from me with a smirk on his face, being high fived by his brothers. I somehow had the strength to lunge in his direction and slammed my fist into his jaw. "Hey, stop that, you shit" I heard one of the frat guys yell and pull me off, before I got in a second blow. "What the fuck was that for?" I heard one of them demand. "HE FUCKING RAPED ME!!!!!" I screamed once more, my face red with anger. If I had had a knife, I would not have felt any guilt in plunging it into his chest. "He what?" demanded James. "He raped me "I said, slumping to the floor, defeated. "The fuck I did. You are a faggot...admit it, you cocksucking cunt" Jordan yelled, still being helped up off of the floor. "He raped me, and Lance arranged it. He told me as much when he raped me; and you all cheered it on, you all kept it going" I said, and the room fell silent. "Come on guys, you don't believe this faggot do you?" insisted Jordan. "Hang on, you didn't resist; you didn't yell stop, or help, or any of that shit" a guy replied. James stood up, reached behind a chair, and produced the ball gag and the hood. "They drugged me" I whimpered. "Oh Fu" Jordan began to talk. "You sit the fuck down, and not another word, you fucking hear me?" yelled James, and Jordan protested, until he received a punch on his jaw by another frat brother. "My fucking sister was raped last year, you fucker" he yelled, as Jordan hit the floor. "Peter, call the police, and notify campus security the house is suspending its privileges" James said with anger in his words. "But James" someone said... "Just fucking do it, and where is Lance?" he added. "He ran out of the house before you ran upstairs" Peter replied. "Trevor, Gary, nobody goes into that fuckers room, or Lance's, understand?" James gave out orders. "Mark, it is Mark, isn't it?" James spoke softly. "Yeah" I nodded. "Look, I know it's too little too late; but I am so very sorry you had to go through this" James added. "He said it was revenge" I replied. "Oh, revenge, what for?" he asked. "He said my brother did it to him; but I doubt that very much" I replied. "What's your surname Mark" he asked "Davenport" I replied "Drake Davenport's brother" he said, and again I nodded. "No, I doubt that very much, Mark. Drake is one of the kindest people I know. Now, his buddy, Billy, that, I could see. He was a hell raiser, but Drake, nah" James replied. James loaned me his cell and I rang Dan. "Hello" I heard him yawn as he answered. "Dan, it's Mark." "Hey dude, you suffering like I am?" he snickered. "Dan, I need you; can you come and get me?" I began to sob again. "Mark, buddy, are you okay?" he asked. I could hear the concern in his voice. "You got a bad hangover or something?" he asked. I couldn't talk; I just cried and dropped the phone. James picked it up and didn't elaborate on what had happened; just told Dan to come over. The police were here when Dan came through the door. "Mark" he yelled. As he came toward me, an officer stopped him in his tracks. Several officers were talking to the frat house; the Dean of the college was also present, and talking to James. Jordan was taken away in handcuffs; James shaking his head in disgust. "Hope you get fucked in prison" the guy who punched him out, yelled. Dan, at this point, was still unaware of what had gone on after he left the party last night. He assumed I had drunk too much, and helpful brothers of the frat were just being kind and let me sleep it off. After I had given my statement to the cops, Dan approached and sat opposite me. "You okay, Mark?" he asked. "No, but I will be" I replied. He leaned forward and asked. "Shed some light on this" he said, pointing around the room. "I was raped, Dan" I just blurted out. "WHAT!" he yelled, and the room went silent for a second, before the chatter started all over again. "Who, when?" he asked, now kneeling in front of me. "I wasn't drunk Dan, I had been roofied" I replied, with a tear falling. "By whom though, Mark?" he asked. "Lance and his friend" I replied. "I thought Lance was your friend" he added. "So did I" I replied. "Just after I was taken upstairs..." I started. Dan just fell to the floor, obviously blaming himself. "Dude, I am so fucking sorry. I should have checked up on you; but I was selfish. I was having a blast, and...shit, I am so sorry, Mark" he berated himself. "Just after I was taken upstairs, this Jordan came into the room and cut my clothes off of me. He rubbed his fingers over my ass. I couldn't move or talk; I was frozen, Dan" I began to sob again. I couldn't help myself. "Then I woke up with a hood over my head and a ball gag in my mouth. I felt someone probing my ass; I could hear the frat guys cheering this guy on. Then, they mentioned his name and cheered. Dan stood up and looked around the room; he could see several guys talking to the police. He looked daggers at several of them. He spotted the Dean, and the Dean saw him looking; he made his way over and began to speak. Dan cut him off. "Dean Turner, my friend here was raped, and these assholes cheered it on. They should be charged with some crime; keeping a rape going, or some shit like that" Dan said, with venom in his voice. "First off, Mr Davenport, are you okay?" he asked. "They are taking me to the hospital; I know I have been ripped" I said, and a scowl came to Dean Turner's face. "And, Mr Landry, you can only charge someone with keeping a sexual assault going, if they indeed knew this was a sexual assault; and from what I have heard so far, this was a set up by Lance Philips and Jordan Kennedy. Am I right, Mr Davenport?" he asked, and I reluctantly had to agree, and besides, James has been nothing but helpful. "The ambulance is here, Mark" said James. "Thank you" I stood up rather gingerly, my body now beginning to seize. I was helped by Dan, still looking at the frat boys, who would not look us in the eye. The last thing I heard was an officer telling his captain that Lance had been picked up at the bus station. I smiled, knowing that both my rapists had been arrested. After being treated and stitched, I returned to my dorm room. I got plenty of get well cards. I had a visit from a rape crisis centre therapist, and she was very helpful. I also got an unexpected visitor. Dan answered the knock at the door. He opened it and a mountain of a black guy stood looking into the room, staring at me. "Can I come in?" he asked softly. "Let him in, Dan, and can you give us a few minutes, please?" I said. "You sure, Mark?" I nodded, and he picked up his kit bag and left. "Sit, Leroy, it is Leroy, isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah man, its Leroy" he said and sat down He looked like shit; he looked troubled. "Mark...Mark, I swear I didn't know, man" he said, rapidly getting his words out, and stumbling over most of them. "I just thought you were a cock hungry faggot. I thought you were there because you wanted to be" he went on. "Leroy, I know, okay? The police know who raped me. They also know you were involved, but not in the rape. You just fucked me; not consensually, but you did not know that" I replied. "Dude, you cannot know how sorry I am. Shit, when I found out what those two set up, I threw up. I vomited where I stood, man; I turned myself in" he said, with his head in his hands. I stood up, still sore. I told him to stand up; the fucker towered over me by nearly a foot, a line-backer, no doubt. "Look, Leroy, I don't blame you for any of this shit. Lance and Jordan will get what is coming to them, okay?" I said, and shook his shovel sized hands, then, he left. Before he left, he turned and spoke. "Mark, I have your back, dude; any shit comes your way, it comes mine...okay?" he said. "Thank you, Leroy" and he was gone. "Hate to be the fucker who pissed him off" I said to myself. My cell rang... "Hello" I said "What the fuck, Mark" he said. "Oh, hey Drake" I responded. "Some guys fuck you over and you don't tell me, bro?" he asked "Who told you?" I asked "You should have; but James rang me" he replied. "This Lance guy, bro, I don't know who the fuck he is, believe me" he said. "Drake, I know you, man. I know you couldn't do that shit; but, what about Billy?" I asked. "Mark, for that, I don't know. Is he capable? Perhaps, but he was killed in Afghanistan, so we will never know" he replied. I did not know that his best friend had been killed. "When?" I asked "Three weeks ago, but how are you, Mark?" he asked, and I could detect the concern he had always shown for me. My brother is the greatest guy I know. I strive to be just like him; respected and loved by all who know him. "You know me, bro; I'm down, but not out" I replied. "Did they hurt you bad; and I know you were raped bro, so don't fret not telling me" he said. "It hurt, Drake, I won't lie to you" I replied. "Dan Wanted to blow the frat house off of this earth, he was so pissed" I snickered, but somewhat forced. We talked for a while, he said that Mom and Dad, didn't need to know if I did not want them to know, the college would not notify them if I asked them not to, and to be honest I just wanted this to pass, but a court case was pending so I would have to tell them eventually. "Dude, I have to go. Call me anytime you wanna talk, and, Mark, I mean anytime, okay?" he said, and the call ended. Eight months went by, and I recovered. I fell more in love with Jess every day, I don't know if I was over compensating with the sex, you know to prove I was all man, but something clicked with me soon afterward. The dicks who raped me were sent away for a long time; so Tom's wish that they get fucked in prison may come true, and I don't feel sorry one bit. But, the rape still haunted me, as did the nightmares. I sat in my dorm and Dan came in, looking somewhat dejected. "Dan, what's up, dude?" I asked, as he sat on his bed. "Chel split with me" he replied. "Dude, I am sorry; you okay?" I asked. "The thing is, Mark, it didn't hurt. In fact, I was relieved, to be honest" he responded. "Care to explain?" I asked. "I can't" he replied. "Dude, we don't keep secrets; we don't hold any shit from each other, remember" I said. "You will hate me, I know you will" he said, lying flat on his back. "Have you fucked Jess?" I asked with a smirk. "Dickwad" he replied. The next revelation shocked the fuck out of me, at first; but not for long. You see, after the stitches dissolved in my ass, I had to rub lotion on my anus to keep it from scabbing over. This prevented pain during a bowl movement; but, after a while, it became somewhat pleasurable. I had begun probing my ass during jack-off sessions, and it felt amazing and on the odd occasion while fingering my hole thoughts of Dan always came to my mind. Since then, I had begun to have some very vivid erotic dreams concerning Dan; but I loved Jess, didn't I? So I just let it slide. "Dude, I think I might be gay" he added. Oh boy!! I thought to myself, and thoughts again entering my head. The End Hope you enjoy the Drama, and this story is one of fiction and not based on a real event, so please feel free to comment on this story at davidspowart3@hotmail.com All my stories and serials are listed in authors under my full name. David Spowart Happy Reading David