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Wednesday, March 8, 2017

[SS-264] Three Goons


[THREE GOONS]

You are riding your bicycle and traveling back to your community. There are sticks of wood at the back of your ride. You are going to use these for your small wood craft business. Your shirt got stripped off when it caught with a branch, so you are biking half naked.

You feel a little adventurous and decide to try a new path.

Along the way, you pass by a house that was disorganized. The front door is open and there was a man who was sitting in front of the door. He is handsome but a dirty. He looks like he is in distress.


You stop your bike in front of him. "Mister are you alright?!"

"No! But you have to leave here right now!" he bellows, "there are dangerous rebels rummaging this town. Taking things from houses. They came to me and got even my clothes."

"You want me to call the police?" you offer.

"No, the police won't be able to do anything just go!" he shouts at you.

"Why aren't you running away?!" you ask in wonder.

"My ass hurts! I've been raped!" he helplessly cried out, "just go away!"

You panic. However, as you step on the pedal three men who are dressed like notorious goons comes to the scene.



The three point weapons at you. "Give me your money!" one of them screeches.

You raise your hands, "I don't have money with me!"

The other two grab your hands and overpower you. They take off your shorts and check its pockets. They find nothing.

"He is saying the truth," declares the one holding his short.

"Drats! Let's just have fun with them," says another goon, who then points at the man by the door, "you! Suck the man's cock!"

"No, please I-- ARGH!" The man is stopped when your cock is forced into his mouth.

"Ohhh shiiit!" you groan as you feel the thrill of being sucked by this handsome muscular man.

In the middlle of your pleasure, you feel something hard enter your ass. You panic. One of the goons is fucking you!

You try to break free, but the two others are holding you strong. You decide to live through the pain of being penetrated from being.

However, the feeling inside your hole starts becoming more accepting of the penis that is ravaging you. Not to mention the feeling of the hot mouth enveloping your own manhood.

"Ahhh yess..." you involuntary moan.

One of the intruders laughs, "the two of you are natural faggot playthings. We will bring you to our quarters so you can be gangbanged by all the rebels!"

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