Forced into the stall

As I was slowly being pushed into the stall the guy behind me demanded that I undress. I tryed to waste time hoping some one would come to my rescue but before I could think of way to waste time I felt a sharp blow go across my face as the guy struck me.

“Listen I don’t think you understand the situation, wasting time isn’t going to bring some one to your rescue… hah trust me everyone else here has no problem with this sort of thing, with your luck wasting time would bring someone else looking for a little bit of fun…just imagine having to do this more then once” he said laughing at the thought of having some one else join him.

The idea of what “this” was made a shiver run down my spine but having to do “it” again would be far worse I assumed. As I quickly shredded my clothing making sure not to get hit again I finally got a good look at the guy. A rather large man it looked as though he had been in prison having that rough badass look, he had no facial hair what so ever and looked a little bit taller then me. Being fourteen under normal circumstances I would have tried to fight the guy off, seeing how he had a 6′ inch blade in his left hand I realized fighting was not an option. As for myself I’m 6’1, brown hair, weighing 157 pounds, and not to mention I have a daily routine of working out. I don’t really consider my self gay even though I have had thoughts about another guy. It has always bothered me though, when I look back a couple of days later and realize what I was thinking of, deep inside it kind of makes me feel sick to be honest.

Naked with my dick limp, I turned and faced my soon to be rapist, with a slight grin in his smile he examined me slowly.