Silent Suffering

This is my new story. It's a real work in progress as I only came up with the beginning plot two nights ago and still haven't named all my characters. Hope you enjoy though!

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When the group decided it was time to leave, I heave a sigh of relief. It’s hard being unable to communicate well. Translators were nice to have around but I just wish I could communicate without one. I put my pen and pad in my back pocket, pay my bill and join the group walking out the door.

“Bye Michael! It was nice to meet you!” One of the girls yells as she walks away waving. The rest of the posse grunts and say similar things but no others look back. My roommate Zach hangs back seeming unsure of where to go. I wave him on. He hangs with me a lot because of our roomie status and all but he doesn’t see these people often.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause it’s fine. I’ll walk back with you.” I shake my head and wave him on again. “Thanks man. I’ll see you when I get back.” I smile and wave at him as runs to catch up with his friends. Turning, I walk away from the bar back towards campus moving quickly because of the cold. I get a block away and am suddenly shoved into an alley. I fall on my side but whip around quickly to see my assailant. I recognize him from the bar; he was in the back away from the group I was there with. I stand and try to edge around him but he just shoves me again, further into the alley. Fear begins to grip my heart and I try to make a run past him. He grabs me, turns me around pulling my arms behind my back. I struggle as hard as I can but my bulk is maybe half of his so I can’t do much.

“I saw you in that bar. You can’t speak can you? Mute little fucker right?” My panic is rising and I struggle even more to get out of his grip. I hear somebody yelling and the man behind me responds with “down here man! I caught the little bitch so we can have ourselves some fun.” I finally break free of the man’s grip but when I turn to run, he punches me in the stomach and all breath leaves me. I drop to my knees gripping my stomach. The new man kicks me over onto my side. He pulls a cord out of his pocket and wraps in around my wrists effectively handcuffing me. I have managed to catch my breath and am trying to stand and run but the first guy grabs my hair and halls me further into the alley. I try to gasp but nothing comes out because the man is right, I am mute.

“Damn. You were right man. The boy is mute. This is going to be an awesome fuck. Nobody will come and disturb us.” With that, the second man unzips his paints and lets his semi-erect cock out. I blanch and try to break free of the grip on my hair but all it does is rip out hair and earn a kick to the ribs. The second man grabs my hair too and forces me towards his dick. He uses his other hand to force my mouth open and down on his dick. The taste makes me gag and the feeling is only made worse when he shoves it down my throat. I try to pull back but his grip on my hair forces me to stay where I am. He begins to pull my head up and down his cock.

“Hey. Drop down so I can use this pert ass. I can’t get to when he’s sitting on it.” The man I’m currently blowing drops to his knees, forcing my head to follow. My hands hit the ground to help support me as the other one pulls my hips up. He tears open my jeans and jerks them and my underwear to the alley floor. I desperately try to pull away but I am firmly sandwiched between the two men. I hear the man’s zipper open and pants fall and then the next thing I know pure agony rips through my lower body. I go rigid as I scream without making a noise. Apparently the man in my mouth found that thrilling because he cums while down my throat. I gag and cough out a lot of his seed when he pulls out. The man behind continues to thrust but pulls my chest up so my back is flush against his body. The second man stands, pulls his pants up without zipping them and approaches me. He grabs my hands and forces them behind the man fucking me. My body bows out in this strange position and both men laugh when they see the tears running down my cheeks. The second man walks directly in front of me again and the first man is still forcing himself in and out of my ass. The second man pulls his belt out of his pants and I beg him as best I can to stop. He gets a malicious gleam in his eye and then starts to whip me with his belt. I scream ineffectively into the night. The man behind me cums into me and forces me off of him. I hit the ground on my side and can feel fluids dripping out of my ass. I try to sit up but I get another vicious kick to the ribs and am sure that this time something broke. Breathing is painful and I am forced on my front. Apparently my position is unpleasing because they reach below and untie my hands. I try to push myself up but the first man who caught me just stands on one of wrists. He grinds his boot down on it and I can hear the snap as the bones break. I scream until my throat is raw and when I take a breath, the man with the belt begins to beat my back. I can feel some of his strikes breaking skin and my body is in agony. He takes special pleasure in beating my butt and thighs as they elicit the most response from me. The belt seems to have gotten boring because now they’ve started kicking me again. There is a sudden yell and both men cease their attack to look at the intruder. There is a silhouette at the end of the alley and is yelling at the men to stop. I hear something about calling the police but lose consciousness when one of the men places a kick to the back of my head.