AGR-175 Bend Over Pig
Bend Over Pig
Adam’s Gay Readers
AGR-175
David Rank
$3.95
Excerpt
It was the weirdest thing. Suddenly I was utterly terrified. I had a knife at my throat. When they were talking about killing me, I hadn’t felt a bit afraid. I had faced death hundreds of times, in the Marines, as a police officer. I wasn’t afraid to die. But they started talking rape and I was so scared I literally pissed my pants. If I could have managed to talk I would have begged, promised anything, to be spared this.
Now they all were smiling. “Yeah, Packer,” Chopper said. “You got the good idea as usual. Look how scared little piggy is. He’s making wee wee in his pants. He ain’t going to be in a talking mood after we prong him.”
They bent me over a picnic table and used my own handcuffs to lock my wrists together under the table, so I had my arms wrapped around the table and my ass was sticking out. Then they took off my shoes and dragged off my uniform pants and boxer shorts. My bare ass was sticking out at them, and knowing full well what they intended to do to it, I started to whimper and struggle wildly. Packer and Chopper were strong as hell and had no trouble securing my ankles to the legs of the table.
Chopper was licking his lips. “So who’s going to do him?” he asked.
“Me, of course,” said Packer. “Three reasons. I’m the boss here. It was my idea. And I ain’t never had me no pig butt.”
One of the bikers guffawed. “If so, it’s the only kind of butt you haven’t had. Shit, it ain’t safe to pass out around you any more.”
I stared at Packer in horror. What kind of depraved animal would rape his buddies when they passed out? Right then, Packer was looking like the kind of sex maniac that would fuck anything. He looked utterly disgusting, greasy long tangled hair and a beer soaked moustache, hard black eyes, leather jacket hanging open displaying a grimy thick muscled torso. No shirt, of course. Jeans that were way too tight for him, arrogantly showing off his crotch. Big black motorcycle boots. He was staring at my naked butt with his mustachioed mouth hanging open and his tongue hanging out. His dick was hard, a big long hardness down the leg of his tight boot jeans. You could see the whole thing, the head of it and everything. I stared apprehensively at that bulging male hardness.
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