I was forty three when I came to the city from a small town in the Midwest. I worked as a baker and made a fair living. I thought about saving and starting my own bakery but I was afraid to take the chance. I was easier to put in my shift, go home without any worries and never cause any trouble.
I had lived in the apartment building for almost five months when I was first accosted by the youths. There were five of them. They called themselves `The Young Warriors' They ranged in age from fifteen to seventeen. Two of them I recognized as living in the building. They caught me downstairs alone in the laundry room. At first I tried to act tough and bluff my way out but they quickly saw through me.
"You want to fuck with us, bichano?" One of them yelled. "We'll fuck with you! We'll fuck you good!"
I took a few good hits to the face, several more to the gut and I was lying on the floor while things happened quickly. A sock jammed in my mouth for a gag and I was quickly stripped naked. My arms were tied behind me then I was tossed over a wooden bench. "Hey! I going to put a big dick in your pussy!"
Two held me down while three of them raped me. After that, I had little fight left. The other two forced me to suck their dicks. One boy sprayed my face with his sperm. The other one ejaculated inside my mouth.
"Hey, bichano!" One youth slapped me across the face. "How you feel now?"
"He's not so tough now," another one added. "His pussy been fucked good. And his mouth too!" They all laughed.
It was not humiliating enough to be sexually abused by these hoodlums but my own dick became erect during this time. "Hey! Look at bichano! His cock is hard!"
The oldest one slapped me across the face again. "You want us to beat your meat?" Two of them held me by the arms while the older one grabbed me by the cock and masturbated me by force.
I can say that was the most humiliating experience I ever had. The rape and oral copulation was bad but forced to ejaculate by one of these hoodlums was total embarrassment. "You got a good load there, bichano!"
Now, at that time I didn't know it but `bichano' was Portuguese for pussy.
Two more gut punches sent me to the floor. A shove by someone's foot on my ass sent me sprawling.
"We are the WARRIORS! We own you, bichano!"
Then the oldest one so appropriately put it. "We have the rights of dominance over you, bichano! We make you do whatever we like! You open your mouth only for cock! We'll bend you over and fuck your pussy whenever we like!"
One of them reached down and grabbed me tightly by the balls. "Keep my mouth shut, bichano. And you'll keep these. Understand?"
I was quick to agree, telling them I would never report it. I was completely happy to leave with my shame, sore ass and sore balls. That night was the beginning of my servitude to the `Warriors'.
Friday night I came home late from shopping and unlocked my door. Suddenly two of the young hoodlums stepped around from the corner. One of them shoved something hard in my back and ordered me inside. I thought it was a gun but later found out it was only a pipe. I explained there was no need to hurt me. I would cooperate.
"Get your fucking clothes off. NOW! Or we'll do it for you."
I did as they ordered and stripped. They tied my arms again behind me and put a gag in my mouth. This time it was a strap with a ball attached. They made me stand in the center of the room with my legs spread wide open. One turned to the other. "Hey! Bichano has some big balls!"
They decided to have some fun. They took turns slapping my testicles with their open hand. They were not hard enough or painful enough to double me over. However, they were firm enough to make me draw back.
Suddenly the door opened and the other three boys walked in.
"What the hell you guys doing?" The oldest one asked.
"Not much. Just slapping his nuts around."
The older one grabbed me by the arm, took me outside, across the hall and into the elevator.
"Get on your knees, bichano!" The others followed him into the elevator. He removed the gag then shoved his hard cock into my mouth.
"Suck it! Suck it good or I'll whip your balls!" He hit the button for the elevator to go up.
I didn't want my balls to get whipped so I sucked as hard as I could. He forced my head in and out over his dick. Suddenly I felt the warm juice fill my mouth and throat. The elevator stopped. He pushed the button to go back down. Another gang member stepped up and rammed his cock into my mouth.
"Do it again, bichano!"
We rode the elevator down to the basement. I was taken down a hallway and into a small room. There were dozens and dozens of pipes running across the ceiling. The ball gag was shoved back in my mouth and my arms were tied to a large pipe overhead. Again, I felt nothing but humiliated.
"Dario tells me you don't know enough to strip when you see us."
One of the boys placed two metal clamps on my nipples. The oldest boy had a large wooden paddle in his hand. He stepped around behind me.
"I think a good ass whipping will make you understand!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The paddle slammed against my bare ass. CRACK! CRACK!
My ass was beginning to burn like someone put a torch on it. CRACK! CRACK!
"Now, when you see the Warriors! You strip! Get on your knees! Ask permission to suck our cocks!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"Then you ask to please be fucked in the ass! You understand bichano?"
I quickly nodded my head yes. I didn't want anymore hit from the paddle. And again my cock was standing fully erect for all to see.
This time they didn't masturbate me instead I was untied and taken back to the elevator. They made me lay on my back on the floor. Then three of them ejaculated on me as I lay there. I got back to my apartment, naked and covered in sperm. I was never so happy to take a bath in my life.
I soon realized that these were the first real sexual emotions I had ever felt! Sure, I had a few girlfriends at different times in my life and I had sex with them. I never married because I was afraid of the commitment, which they all pointed out to me. Real strong sexual feelings I never had until now.
Saturday when I got home from work I found three of the gang in my apartment. I noticed the empty hook where I kept the spare keys. I assumed they took them the last time they were there. They were sitting around the table drinking beer and smoking. "What the fuck do you do bichano?"
I Strip naked. Knelt down on my knees with my hands behind my back. It was a routine I found easy to follow. "That's better, bichano." One of them tied my hands together. "Now what do you say?"
I tried to clear my dry throat. "Please. I can I suck your cocks?"
"Maybe. Spread your legs." He pushed his boot up against my testicles.
"What else you got to fuck, bichano?"
"My ass," I said. "Please fuck me in the ass if you like."
They were all laughing and drinking beer. One of them placed a small black collar around the base of my cock. Attached was another collar that went around my balls.
My cock of course, was standing straight and hard. The younger boy wrapped his around my stiff cock and roughly yanked it up and down. Finally the sensation overcame me and my ejaculation began. They seemed to enjoy my humiliation, laughing and taunting me. I had become a sexual toy for this gang of hoodlums and there was little I could do about it. Why they wanted a 43 year old man to sexually abuse was always a mystery to me.
I endured my sexual servitude for two more months then finally decided I had to leave. One day after work took a cab to the train station and bought a one way ticket back to the Midwest. I opened that little bakery in a small town and made a success of it. There was a little bit of good that came from my big city experience.
END.