a dumb hall of mirrors, then rotating platforms and spinning tunnels. The whole time there was this loud crazy laughter, prerecorded screams and circus music. Somewhere inside I fell out of a tunnel into a dark room. I couldn’t see a thing in the dark and didn’t know where any of my friends were. Then a strobe light flashed in my face blinding me. Somebody ran into me and pushed me to the side. I pushed back, still unable to see anything. Another push and I was up against a wall then it gave way. Maybe it was a door, and then suddenly I could smell him, it had to be the hairy dude. It was totally dark. I tried to get away, but within seconds he had me pressed up against a wall and I could feel his hairy body against mine. I struggled but it was useless, he had me pinned. I thought I was strong, but he was stronger and he knew what he was doing and where we were. The more I struggled the harder he pressed me to the wall. With no way to escape, he started to grind his hips into me. I could feel his over sized bulge up against my ass. I tried to scream, but the sound of my voice was drowned out by the fun house sound track.

His unshaved chin was against the back of my neck and ears, scratching me. I could feel his breath “I’m going to fuck that fat farm boy ass of yours.” He thrust harder as if to get the point across.

“No, no, stop. PLEASE” I screamed, but it didn’t stop him. He pulled his hips back, then I felt his denim shorts drop to the floor and in a quick jerk, my workout shorts fell to the floor as well. When he pressed his hips back forward I could feel his big cock up against the tight white compression shorts stretched across my ass.

“You’ll be saying please in a minute, but it will be ‘Please fuck me harder’” he sneered. By now his cock was fully hard. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock head as it rubbed along my ass crack. First he rode it up and down my crack, and then he shifted, pointed it down and pumped it between my legs, and then he would back up slightly and poke it directly at my shit hole. He did it again and again. His hard cock was a lot bigger than mine. It was even bigger than Benji’s. I’d seen his hard before. He kept pumping, that fat cock head riding back and forth across my nylon covered ass. His hairy arms and legs scraping across mine. I was trapped and scared.

“Please don’t rape me mister,” I begged.

The sensation and smell and darkness and soundtrack were all making me disoriented. I was exhausted from struggling and confused.

“You can’t rape the willing, and your ass is begging for it” was his reply. With one hand he reached around under my t-shirt and started pinching my tits. I gasped and screamed and instinctively thrust my ass back to escape, but only succeeded in riding his cock harder. He kept playing with my tits and scratching his chin into my neck.

I’m not sure how long this lasted. It seemed like forever, but maybe it was just minutes. I was shocked and embarrassed when I realized my own cock had grown