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The Rights of Dominance
by Bjjl (bjjl@charter.net)

***

A middle aged single man becomes the sexual object of a 
local street gang. He submits because he fears what 
they might do to him if he resisted. (M+/M, nc, rp, v, 
huml)
 
***

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

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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