Party Boner

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This hot young rich kid had the most insane parties ever.  Booze, girls, three jacuzzi's, 2 pools, an in-home theatre room, not to forget 12 bedrooms.  His father was filthy rich and was always out of town staying at one of his other mansions, leaving Brent with the house all to himself.
 
      Brent held huge parties every Saturday.  Live DJ, music, games, you name it.  He would always invite as many of us college athletes to his parties.  Being a closeted gay guy,  (You just don't advertise these sorts of things when you're a wrestler.), I was really attracted to him, but there was something creepy about him.
 
       I watched him carefully as he made his rounds during a couple of parties.  He would wait for one of the "hot" guys to talk to him.  He would end up introducing him to one of the girls and, giving them a "special" drink from his wine cellar, he would send them up to his private bedroom.  After a couple minutes, the girl would come out and give Brent a nod.
 
       After the party, Brent would go up to his room and rape the holy hell out of the poor young athlete.  I watched a couple times through the window, as Brent slammed those boys hard.  They were so dazed and fucked up, they didn't know what was going on.  They would often cry out in pain and he seemed to enjoy every minute of it.  It was quite a show to watch.
 
      After his first orgasm, Brent would get a hot shower, lube back up and go at it again.  I swear, this guy would have at least four orgasms every Saturday night.
 

      In the morning,  he would threaten the guy with the videos.  They would always fold, especially, when he handed them 5 grand for their troubles.

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His lewd actions didn't bother me too much.  Mostly because I was secretly gay and enjoyed the thought of him fucking those straight boys, but one night, he decided to choose my roommate as his victim.  
        My roommate was a "good" Christian boy.  He was honest, kind, and overall, just a great guy.  While, I must admit, I was attracted to him, I would never let my mind wander there, as I had too much respect for him and his beliefs.  I kinda admired how he was always striving to do the right thing and to be a better person.
        But, the morning he came home from the party, seeming as if life had beaten him, I knew what had happened.  He spent the whole morning sobbing quietly in his room.  I swear, he took like 3 showers.  I hated seeing him like this and when I saw him throw away an envelope with 5 grand in it, I knew Brent was to blame.
        I put my arm around my friend, and told him I knew what had happened.  At first, his face went pale, but I assured him it would be alright.  This seemed to calm him a little.

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The following weekend, I knew what I was going to do.  At Brent's party, I made sure I was the one he saw.  I was usually just a wall flower at his parties, but tonight, I was going to put myself in the spot light.
        I undressed down to my swim trunks and stayed that way in every room.  Dancing provocatively to the music, Partying hard with the alcohol, putting off some sexual vibes.  I saw him watching me.
   After a couple hours, I walked up to him at the pool-side bar.  I had never talked to him before, but, tonight.... well, tonight was different.  I made several jokes with innuendos.  I could feel the sexual tension overcoming him as I placed my hand on his shoulder and even gave him a "bro-hug".  
        About 10 minutes into our conversation, he introduced me to one of the girls.  "Oh, Hell yeah!"  I said as she invited me up to the bedroom.  "Oh, here,  This is on me,"  Brent said, handing me a bottle of wine.  
        The girl took me up to the room.   She insisted that we drink first.  I downed the bottle within minutes.  I saw her take a small pill before taking sips from her glass.  After a couple minutes, I started acting delirious, stripped down, invited her into the bed and passed out.  She checked me briefly and slipped out of the room.
        Now, all I had to do was wait for Brent.  I really wanted to get revenge on him for what he did to my roommate, but the thoughts of what he would do to me all night long as I was in this state overcame me.  My cock was harder than it had ever been.
        Sometime later, he came in.  He stood for awhile, looking me over.  He attempted to see if I would wake up.  I would just stir a little, so he knew the drugs in the wine had taken hold.  (Or at least, this is what he thought.  What he didn't know was that, in reality, I swapped the bottle he had given me with one I had stolen from the pool bar.)
        He stripped down and crawled under the covers with me.  At first, he used just his mouth, licking my chest, abs, cock.  He even sucked each one of my fingers and toes, before finally make his way up my neck to my mouth.  His lips were soft, tender and fine.  I could taste the sweet nectar of fine wine as his tongue caressed mine.
        After some passionate kissing as he pressed his young, hot body against mine, He began stroking my cock, which was already at full salute.  He then straddled me, aimed my cock to his puckered hole and slowly slid down on it.
        His ass was silky smooth.  The finest ass my cock had ever entered.  I acted somewhat delirious, but he pushed me back to the pillow, holding my shoulders down with both palms as he rode me.
        His ass was so fine, I wished it could last forever, but his ass was so fine, I couldn't hold back.  I was totally pissed at myself when I blasted my load after only a couple minutes of him riding me.
        Afterwards, he lifted my legs, licked my calf muscles and inserted into me.  He rammed me hard and fast as I grunted and groaned.  He lasted a lot longer than I had, but boy was he rough about it.  The echoes of the slapping of his hips and thighs against my ass-cheeks, rippled across the room.  I could feel the sweat dripping from his body onto my chest and abs.
         After his first orgasm, he went to the bathroom, showered up and came back smelling sweeter than ever.  It was time for round two.  
        All night, He put me in different positions as he mercilessly fucked me like he had done to so many other guys before me.  After some brutal sex,  I felt so used and  abused and I had actually wanted it.  But his calling me his bitch, and gagging me with his cock, was way more extreme that I wanted.  I could only imagine how the other guys must have felt, especially when they didn't want it at all.
        The sky outside was starting to lighten up as he pumped out his forth cumload into my ass.  HE leaned down, smothering me with his lips, and calling me his cum-whore, he went into the bathroom for another shower.

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I knew his routine.  He was going to get cleaned up, and dump a cup of cold water on me to wake me up, then take the 5 grand from the dresser drawer and throw it down at me.
        As he went in to the shower, I got up and grabbed the money out of the dresser.  (Okay, actually, I cleaned out the dresser.) Apparently, he had a huge stash in there for the next couple of months.  
        I took down one of the decorative swords from the wall and waited at the door for him.  Oh, how surprised he was when he came out of the shower wearing only his towel.  I rammed the sword into his gut, then laid back down on the bed.  
        His abs tightened and quivered as he stared at me.  "It looks like you're my little gut-fuck bitch now."  I said as he slumped to the floor and fell over dead.

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        That was the last time he ever raped another guy.