Basement Gangbang in a City Suburb – Laurent’s Story, 24

Marseille, France, 16:33, on a Monday:

Laurent, 21 years old, gay, 1.86m, 74kg.

With my skater kaillera look, I stroll through my neighborhood, whose name I won’t mention so as not to be recognized. I decide to take the bus to downtown Marseille with the idea of servicing some guys in a gay sauna. When I reach the bus stop, a group of straight guys (I emphasize, straight) begin to insult me, calling me faggot, queer, and so on.

I start to fear and decide to run away because in the group there was a guy named Momo, a thug who used to extort me when I was younger in my school. He had forced me to blow him one evening when I was playing with friends at the base of my building. He had sworn to kill me if I ever told anyone. I never dared to speak of it, and it had severely traumatized me. They begin to chase me, shouting, “Stop, son of a bitch.”

I run with all my might to escape them, and I take a one-way alley. Out of fear, I start screaming for help. But as usual in this neighborhood when you need help, there’s no one around. Trapped in the alley, they surround me, spitting on me, and then they say,

“Why are you running away, little faggot?”

I explain to them that I was just going for a stroll downtown and then they tell me,

“Come with us; we’ll have some fun.”

I try to resist, but in vain, as Momo gives me a right hook to calm me down. They force me to follow them and take me to the door of my own basement, telling me,

“Open your basement, let’s see what’s inside.”

I was somewhat reassured because I thought they wanted to steal what was in my basement, but not at all. Once the basement was open, they blindfold me and tell me to kneel. I resist, of course, but it is under their blows that I finally submit. There were five of them, these thugs in front of me, and I could not see anything. They tell me to open my mouth, and then they each take turns pissing on me, forcing me to keep my mouth wide open to receive their urine.

Whenever I closed my mouth, they would say,

“You’re going to see what we do to queers…”

One by one, they forced me to suck them off, sometimes I had two cocks in my mouth at the same time. I feel hands on my ass that start to remove my shorts. They take me by force, holding my ass well arched; fortunately, I was used to getting fucked by Arab guys because they didn’t hold back, as they say. I heard them say they were going to make me their neighborhood bitch, and they would tell me,

“You like our dicks, dirty whore,”

and it’s true that although I was in pain, I still took pleasure because I was as hard as a bull. In the group, there were two black guys, one Arab, and two French, and I could feel when it was the black guys fucking me because their cocks were enormous. They played with my ass and mouth for more than two hours, promising to kill me if I ever talked.

The two Senegalese took me in a double penetration, and I really screamed. I received a baseball bat hit to the head from Momo to keep me quiet.

Once they had emptied their balls, they left me in the basement, exhausted; I was naked, covered in cum, and couldn’t stand up. I managed to get dressed and left the basement, and there they were in front of my porch, laughing, and insulting me by saying:

“Did you enjoy it, faggot? You’ll be our cum dump from now on.”

I went back to my apartment and didn’t go out for more than a week. After a while, I started going out again, and they have fucked me several times in the basement, either as a group or even when there was only one of them.

Now, whenever there’s one of the guys from the group, he touches his cock and signals me to go to the basement, and I take pleasure in servicing their dicks.

Laurent, Marseille.