It had been three weeks since I had been forcibly fucked by the two bikers in an alley. After they left me, I had gotten dressed and walked back to my off campus apartment. I was still sore from the rough fucking that my mouth and asshole had received. I took a shower and went to bed. I had briefly considered reporting the assault, but I had disregarded it. I knew I would have to tell the story again and again, and that was not something I was prepared to do. Over the next few weeks, my life had returned to normal. I wasn't looking over my shoulder anymore and the sound of a motorcycle no longer made me panic.
I was now walking home to my apartment, after a late night studying at the campus library. I didn't live in a bad part of town, and my apartment complex was very safe and secure. I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings, when I heard the sound of motorcycles driving down the road behind me. I didn't give them much thought, as I continued to walk the last block home. I heard the bikes as they drove past me, and briefly saw both riders turn to look at me as they passed. A sense of dread began to rise, as I saw both bikers then nod at each other and then one bike pull to the side of the road about ten feet in front of me. The other bike kept going and turned around the block.
I had came to a top and was looking at the biker who had stopped in front of me. I felt my breathing pick up, as I slowly recognized him as one of my attackers from three weeks before. I guess my face showed my fear, because the biker laughed as he said, "Yep. I knew I recognized that ass. I gotta say, you handled our cocks very well, boy. Care for an encore performance?"
I could barely speak I was so terrified. I was able to stutter out, "I haven't told anyone. I just want to go home."
The biker laughed again as he dismounted his bike and took a step towards me. I was frozen in fear, as he said, "Now is that anyway to greet someone? I thought you would be grateful. You never came back to the bar. Dan and I have been wondering if we would run into you again. What's a cute piece of ass, like you, doing going home alone? You could be having a lot of fun. How about we show you?"
I had finally unlocked my feet and turned to run away, as I shouted, "No!"
I got one step away from him, before I ran smack into his buddy. I looked up into his smiling face and recognized him as my other attacker. Dan had apparently looped around the block to cut off my line of escape. He immediately grabbed me around the waist and placed a hand over my mouth. I muffled out a scream, as I felt his buddy grab me from behind, to help secure me. Dan was still smiling when he said, "Hey cutie. I guess you do remember us. Where you think you're running off to? What do you think, Ben? He wasn't meaning to be rude was he? He was just overwhelmed."
I was now being held securely between them both. I felt Ben's leather encased hard cock pressed against my ass. My eyes were now wide in fear, as I guessed there reason for grabbing me again. I tried to struggle, but they had a tight hold on me. I felt my body slump as I realized, that I wasn't going anywhere. My head drooped slightly. Ben then whispered into my ear, "You live in those apartment's, don't you boy?"
I nodded slightly. Dan then asked, "You live alone?"
I again nodded in answer. I didn't want to get beaten up, and I knew they had me overpowered. I had no chance of getting away from them now. Ben then stepped away and got back on his bike. He drove towards us, and smirked as he patted the seat behind him, saying, "Come on. We'll escort you home. No telling who you might run into this late at night. Climb on, you can ride bitch."
Dan then walked me to Ben's bike and pushed me to sit down. Ben then said, "Now don't get any funny ideas. It would be a shame to bruise that face of yours."
I again nodded. Ben then nodded to Dan, as Dan turned and walked back to his bike. Ben then began to drive towards my apartment complex. The fast acceleration, forced me to grab onto Ben for stability. I hear Ben laugh as I did this. I knew what was likely to come from this, and I was wracking my brain looking for a way out. Ben turned into the complex and asked which building was mine. I briefly considered lying, but knew that was only prolonging this and would probably lead to them getting mad and possibly hitting me.
I pointed out my building. Ben and Dan pulled their bikes into a parking spot, and we all dismounted the bikes. Dan then grabbed me and said, "Now just take us in, nice and cool and casual like. Don't make a fuss. You don't want to make us mad, boy."
I nodded and led them into the building ahead. I used my key card to get us in. The front desk was closed after hours, so we were alone as we walked to the elevator. I again used my key card to activate the elevator, as we rode up the ten stories to my apartment. Ben was roughly groping my ass cheeks in the elevator and kept remarking, "Damn, I missed this ass."
I kept my head down the whole ride up. I then exited at my floor and led the way to my apartment. It was dark inside as I let us all in. I was not surprised that we didn't run into anyone else on our way here. I usually was the only one getting home this late. This apartment complex was mostly housed with families and older single people. It was a little too costly for college kids. I had been lucky to be able to pay my way in. I had a full scholarship to the college from the swim team. So I could use my money to live in a better accommodation, than a dorm room.
All my lights were out, as we entered my apartment. I quickly turned on the lights in the living room area. I was unsure what to do, and just stood there waiting. Ben then smacked my ass and said, "Well, looks like we got ourselves a rich boy. You come from money, boy?"
I stuttered out, "No. I'm in college on a swimming scholarship. The apartment was a gift from my parents, because of my grades and all that."
Ben put a leather gloved hand on my shoulder and held me still, as Dan walked around the apartment, looking at my furniture and got the feel of the place. I guess he was looking for any weapons or roommates, that I may have lied about. He seemed to satisfy himself. He then walk back to the living room and looked at me up and down. Dan then asked, "You know what comes next, don't you boy?"
I stuttered again saying, "I don't have any money. My folks aren't wealthy. I don't even have a car. I just walk everywhere and eat at the campus on a meal plan."
