I wrote this after reading GeorgiaP's blog entry, "Tina's Detour."

Wow! Hot story! I fantasized being subjected to the abuse Tina endured. My arousal would have been obvious to the cruel men, and both would laugh as Sam repeatedly smacked my cock with his baton, wet with my own saliva. The pain that flashed through my cock with each blow would serve only to make it harder.

After what seemed like an eternity of such abuse, Tommy would've spun me around and bent me at the waist. Sam would've read his mind and pushed the baton roughly into my asshole. After shoving it in again and again and again, he would've ripped it out and thrust it into my mouth again. Unbeknownst to the cruel perverts, I would've run my tongue around and around the invasive tool.

"Look!" Tommy would've exclaimed, pointing to my hard-on and the precum oozing from its tip. "He likes this!"

I would have, and I would also have felt a bolt of glee shoot through me when Sam responded by unzipping his pants. My acceptance would've been obvious as I slathered my abuser's cock with saliva on the way in, before it continued into my throat. I wouldn't have thought my situation could be any hotter as he plunged it in repeatedly, but then I would've heard Tommy unzip, then spit. The two abusers would'nt have known the glee I'd feel as he'd plunge his manhood into me, but Tommy would've felt me contract my anal sphincter to express my love for his being inside me.

The rapists would've eventually shot their cum into both my fuck holes, and my tongue would've gone into full-tilt slathering to coat Sam's man-meat with his sperm before I would've sucked it all off to send it down my throat with the rest. When he would've pulled out, Tommy would've spun me around to replace Sam's cock with his own. I would've hungrily cleaned his manhood, sucking to pull any remaining cream from within.

They would've followed their standard M.O. to make my death appear to have been a drug overdose. The presence of drugs on the scene would've convinced the coroner he needn't have searched and further and finding the incriminating DNA. As I would've felt my life leaving me, my only thought would've been "what a way to go."