2 comments/ 38650 views/ 17 favorites Five Ring Circus By: bb1212 Warning: This story contains explicit non-consensual sex scenes between transsexuals and men. If this sort of content offends you please do not read it. * The country was one of the many critically poor Asian countries that welcome foreigners with a lot more than open arms. In the rural fields they grew the usual subsistence tropical crops of rice, exotic fruit and palm trees. These fields were dotted with small dark skinned men in wide brimmed hats working slowly but methodically under the harsh and baking sun. Education was not a right there, it was a rare privilege given just to the children from rich families and to the very bright who were fortunate enough to find a sponsor. The cities attracted the tourists, and the tourists attracted the children of the poor farming families. These uneducated and inexperienced youngsters flocked to the cities with dreams of wealth, and with grand plans that consisted mostly of working hard, doing well and sending money back to their impoverished parents. The physically attractive ones usually ended up in the bars renting their bodies to the ugly but rich foreigners for a half hour, and hour or a night. The unattractive ones were preyed upon by the unscrupulous city businessmen who hired them into sweat shops as virtual slave labour. Nobody did anything about it, because that was just the way it was. The city was vibrant and exciting at night. The noisy sweat soaked streets were lit by garish neon signs, the rhythmic thumping of the dance music and the refreshing spray of a mist of water enticed the unsteady half-drunk tourists into the cool air conditioned bars where the scantily clad girls plied their trade. The smell of the streets mingled the mouth-watering odour of the freshly cooked food in the kerbside stalls and the rancid reek of decaying rubbish. Any foreign men walking past were constantly beckoned from the cool doorways, 'Massage mister?' the strident exotic voices cried enticingly over the din of the cars, the motorbikes, the spruiking stall holders and the general hubbub of the streets. Genuine massages were very rare, these girls only wanted to massage the money out of the men's wallets using whatever method they had to employ. Sex in this city was a not for pleasure, it was a very busy and lucrative business. Half obscured shapes waited in the darker shadows, calling with rougher voices and more desperation. These were the less attractive working girls, the old, the ugly, the diseased and the scarred. In certain areas young men were available for those who preferred that sort of company and somewhere in between were the lady boys, the mostly female looking sex workers who usually had fake breasts and a penis tucked up out of sight. Many a time an unwary tourist didn't manage to pick the difference and got quite a surprise when they went to his room. Even at night he streets of the city were safe enough if the tourist stayed in the bright lights, with the biggest risks being a stolen wallet, a working girl absconding before completing her side of the bargain ('I must ring my sister, I will come straight back...' was one of the usual tricks used) or a Policeman who was short on cash and who saw an opportunity when an unsuspecting tourist dropped his cigarette butt or drink bottle amongst the piles of rubbish in the street. Nobody did anything about it, because that was just the way it was. There were two normal types of tourist in this, the sleaziest part of town. There was the lone male, usually middle aged and less than handsome, and often either married or newly divorced. He was there for the ego boost of being the one the pretty girls all wanted, and he often spent a lot of time drinking, and buying 'lady drinks' (usually extremely expensive coloured water) before finally choosing a girl to leave with. Despite the optimistic name for the drinks he wasn't really interested in a lady, he just wanted a whore. Often he drank so heavily that when he did eventually choose he couldn't perform anyway. Some of these lone men were specifically searching for the boys or the lady boys. These men were bored with plain 'vanilla' sex and wanted something new, something different. The exciting, exotic and anonymously remote location combined with the copious quantities of alcohol tended to relax their deep seated inhibitions, and allowed them to explore their curiosity. Most of the first type of tourists regretted every morning what they still continued to do that and every night. The second type of tourists travelled in packs. Usually much younger these men were often more interested in just 'having a good time'. A good time mostly consisted of copious quantities of alcohol (again) and something interesting to watch, usually a show of some sort involving nudity and preferably vaginal gymnastics as well. The second type of tourist was more rowdy, more aggressive and tended to spend less. Both types of tourist generally didn't care about the local people's customs or the laws of the country, and almost always treated everyone badly. Nobody did anything about it, because that was just the way it was. The group of five men stood out from a distance. Their immaculate dress uniforms were designed to do that anyway, but these men turned the uniform into something else. Something ominous. Even when drunk these men carried themselves with an air of athletic confidence that was bordering on menace. People got out of their way as they approached and the seething masses of humanity who were crowded onto the footpaths parted in front of them as if by magic. The men were large too. Large in height, large in bulk and exceptionally large in presence. They proudly wore the badges that labelled them the elite of their service, the crème de la crème. But superior combat training does not always instil common sense, and these men were half drunk, frustrated and angry. It was their last night in town and they were bored with it. They were bored with the nightclubs, bored with the strip joints, bored with the sex shows and bored with the fawning local population who seemed to be endlessly focussed on their now severely depleted wallets. They wanted a fight and a last roll with a whore before returning to duty, but neither seemed to be likely. The local people would not stand up to them in a fight and the pretty girls disappeared as soon as they realised there was no money left to be had, and all they were going to get was roughly felt up in public. Nobody did anything about it, because that was just the way it was. Most foreign people kept away from the dark alleys, they had a dangerous reputation. But the five men were sick of the constant crowds and totally unafraid, so they stalked through the back streets, laughing derisively as shadows approached and then shrunk away rapidly. "Useless fucking country," one shouted at a departing figure, "and useless fucking people too." "Yeah," another agreed, "just a bunch of little brown chicken shit losers." It was bad luck for the girl on the doorstep of her own run down home that she had chosen that moment to take a break from her school books and step outside where there was a slight breeze, but she saw the men coming, shrieked loudly and ran. Without thinking the men responded and took off in pursuit. The chase was swift and brief. The girl stumbled and fell, and the five men pounced on her. Even then things didn't have to turn out badly. "What should we do with this one?" one man asked as they held the tiny squirming body. "Spank her and send her home?" another laughed, keeping a hand firmly over her mouth to stop her from screaming. Most of them laughed with him, but one man's hand had strayed as he held her, and he had found an area that was warm, soft and inviting. "I've got a better idea," he said quietly, and the others turned to listen. The men instinctively chose a good defensive position when they dragged the girl away. They found a short, dark alley with just the one way in. They had two men on guard, two men to restrain the girl and keep her from making noise while the first one, the one whose idea it had been, raped her. Then they swapped and another man took his turn. Then another. They knew that nobody would do anything about it, because that was just the way it was. But even the meek have unlikely heroes. There were still a few local people going about their business who walked past the end of the alley, so the small group of working girls in short dresses who were heralded from afar by the clicking of high heels on the paving did not worry the two men standing in the shadows. They eyed the approaching girls with only partial interest, each idly selecting in his mind the one that they would most like to fuck, choosing from vaguely distinguished figures, hairstyles and the way they walked. Neither of them sensed any danger, so when the Tasers hit them they collapsed in surprise without any resistance. One of the men holding the victim saw the movement and whispered the alarm to the others, but as they turned five more girls with Tasers were standing between them and the exit. It was over in moments, and one of the rescuers went to comfort the whimpering, sobbing victim. "It is all over now," she whispered gently in their own language as she helped the girl to try to fix her ripped dress, "at least it is for you." Within moments the five large men were securely trussed with cable ties, gagged and hooded. A small crowd had gathered at the end of the alley, but it was made up entirely of working girls, and they shielded the weakly struggling forms in the alley from the view of any other passers-by. A small bottle and a cloth soon arrived, and this put a halt to any struggles. About ten minutes later a small van stopped across the entrance to the alley. It progressively got lower and lower to the ground as the gang of girls struggled to manoeuvre the not inconsiderable dead weight of the unconscious men in through a side door. The van poured blue smoke into the night as it struggled to pull away, and the smell of burning clutch and burning oil lingered as the crowd dispersed as quickly as it had appeared. The five men had been overpowered and abducted. Nobody did anything about it, because that was just the way it was. Rob was the last of the men to regain consciousness, and like the others he was initially dazed and disoriented. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry enough for his tongue to swell. He realised he was naked and lay face down across a sturdy bench that only supported his stomach. His wrists and ankles were secured to rings in the floor; a wide strap held his torso firmly to the bench and a gag prevented him from talking. He turned his throbbing head and saw the other men were all secured in the same way and they were arranged in a circle facing in toward each other. Rob tested the restraints that held him, and found no give at all. He was trapped. The room they were in was easily large enough to fit them all in, with plenty of space to spare, and it was lit by four single globes dangling in stained cloth shades that cast strangely shaped shadows across the captive men. The floor was vibrating from a relentless techno beat that sounded like it was coming from the next room. He could faintly hear voices behind the music, and it sounded like there was a party going on. Finally he remembered the events that had gone before, and he wondered how long ago that was, because he had obviously been drugged and didn't know how long he had been out. Suddenly Rob felt the fear that he now recognised in the eyes of the others, and this was an emotion that none of them was familiar with. He knew that there would be people out looking for them eventually, but that might take some time. First they would be listed as AWOL, and the normal searches of the bars and massage parlours would start. It would be quite a few days before anyone was actually worried for their safety. He felt the pain in his muscles where his whole body had clenched. Rob had never been hit with a Taser before, and he couldn't believe how debilitating it had been, he had totally and instantly lost control of any deliberate movement, and had been rendered completely helpless. Despite his extensive training in unarmed combat he had been easily beaten by an untrained skinny whore who was probably only about a quarter of his weight. Now he couldn't do anything about it, and that was just the way it was. Rob waited for what felt like a long time wondering what was going to happen to them, but eventually a tall woman walked into the room and stood in the middle of the circle. She was more than just attractive, she was truly beautiful. Her long straight jet black hair was parted in the middle, and it fell halfway down her back. Her face was exquisite; her almond shaped black eyes smouldering over finely chiselled cheek bones. She wore a top hat, a set of sparkling red tails, red stilettos and a small red pair of bikini bottoms. The tails were loose enough for occasional glimpses of her pert breasts as she moved. They were perfect. She carried a long whip, and Rob shivered again in fear. It looked like their punishment was going to be meted out without any legal recourse. "You," the woman cried, shouting to be heard over the music, "all been bad." She turned a full circle staring at all of them. "Very bad." Again she turned around, and Rob was distracted by an enticing flash of breast. "What you do is not law in you country, and is not law here too, but if police get you then just buy way out." She turned around yet again. "All you had now belong to girl you rape. You wallet, little as money was, you watch, you jewel, you uniform, all of you thing. Think what some people pay just for uniform." She stared at each one as they took stock of what they had lost. Rob had been wearing the watch that his late father had left him in his will, and he knew he would never be able to explain to his mother how he had lost it. And how could he explain the loss of his service tags and uniform? "Now you hope there is way to get out of this with no trouble," she said, and then smiled menacingly, "well there not. You is wild animal, but you is caught and take to my circus. I am ringmaster, and tonight I going to teach you some very good trick... Girl?" she called, and four more beautiful women entered the room, all dressed the same as the first, but with different coloured costumes. A girl in blue came and stood beside Rob. "What you have to say for you?" The red girl shouted, and then pointed at the green girl, who was standing next to Carl. She removed his gag. "Help," Carl cried in a raspy voice, "we are being held against our wills." Surprisingly the girls didn't try to replace the gag, and let Carl call out for help for some time. When his voice finally gave out the gag was replaced. "We in private room of a very special sex club," the red girl explained, "call for help, cry in pain are always. You not heard from music anyway." She pointed at the yellow girl next to Rudy, and his gag was removed. "I didn't rape her," he said quickly, "I was at the far end of the alley." Rob shook his head slowly, he too had not actually raped the girl, but he had expected them all to be strong enough to stick together. "No," the red girl said, "but you was guard so others could, you help to happen, you just as bad too." Rudy opened his mouth and then closed it again, and his gag was put back on. The red girl pointed to the purple girl who was next to Steff. He had been the one who made the first suggestion, and the one who had gone first, and he came out swinging when his gag came off. "I'm going to tear you limb from limb," he shouted angrily, "I will kill you all and it will take you days to die." The red girl nodded, and Steff's gag was put back on. "Has always to be one," the red girl said, walking across to him. "You," she shouted, raising her whip, "in no place to make threat." She slashed the whip across his back viciously, leaving an angry welt. Steff jerked as far as his restraints would allow. "I not yet choose if any of you live long to get out of this chains, but you no make threats here and live." She whipped him again across the back as his blood began to trickle from the first strike, and then she walked back to the centre. "Me tell you of rule of ten," she said. "All thing you do will be give back ten time. If I take day to die from you then you take ten day to die from my friend... You," she said pointing at Rob. He felt the gag being removed, and stared up at the red girl. "We were wrong," he said, hoping that things would go better if he said what they wanted to hear, "and I'm sorry, but I don't think sorry will be enough." The gag was replaced. "No," the red girl replied simply, obviously unconvinced, "it not." She pointed at Jimmy, and the purple girl moved over to him. "We are servicemen," he said, "and this will create an international incident. You'd better let us go while you still can." The gag was replaced. "Not any hope," the red girl said, smiling evilly, "who would believe bad man who rape young girl? And I not start to train you yet." She walked over to Steff, and then stood behind him. The other girls all went behind the men too. "First," the red girl said, "we teach you what is right." She squatted down behind Steff and Rob jumped as he felt soft lips encircling his cock. He knew that no matter how good this felt to begin with, it was not going to stay nice, and he was very scared. Looking around he saw that all the girls had dropped down behind the men and, judging by the surprised looks on the men's faces, they all had taken a cock into their mouths. Despite his concern over what would happen next Rob felt himself responding quickly to the blue girl's attentions. She was alternating between sucking his cock right down to the base and nibbling around it, gently sucking and biting as she went. As his cock grew to full size he was amazed that she continued to deep throat him, no woman had ever done that to him before when he was fully excited. Looking around Rob saw that his friends all were getting similar treatment and Steff, who was always an arrogant prick, caught Rob's eye and tried to grin through his gag while raising his eyebrows repeatedly. Rob looked away quickly; he was already in enough trouble because of Steff. Rob saw Carl's head jerk and saw sudden confusion on Carl's face and then he jumped too as he felt the girl who was sucking his cock rub across his asshole with a finger. The thought revolted him, and he tried to pull away, but the strap around his waist held him tight. The touch was brief, and he tensed up waiting to see if it would be repeated. It was, and this time for longer. He tried to hold his cheeks together, but she still managed to get access. Rob was confused, his hard cock was enjoying the best oral sex he had ever experienced, but the girl kept rubbing his asshole. He tried hard not to like it, but eventually realised it was contributing greatly to his pleasure. It was nice, well more than nice; it was really turning him on. Rob was trying hard not to let his face show that he was enjoying this. He looked down at the floor to avoid seeing if anyone else was too. From what he had seen so far everything that was being done to him was also being done to the others. The girl was rubbing a wet finger on his asshole now, and just occasionally pushing her finger against the tight ring. Again he tried to clench and stop her, but she seemed to know and press her finger down every time he relaxed even just a little bit. The music from next door was still thumping, and Rob was happy that was the case as a moan escaped from behind his gag. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, and he knew he would cum soon the way the girl was going. She had finally worked a slick finger into his ass and it felt great, rubbing on sensitive nerves that had never been stimulated like that before. There was no pain, just a little bit of initial discomfort, but soon the pleasure overwhelmed that. Rob briefly looked up, but quickly looked down again when he saw a funny look on Jimmy's face. He was enjoying his treatment too. Rob felt another finger slipping into his ass, and his powerless legs shook with the sweet combination of pleasure and pain. Five Ring Circus A short time later the blue girl's lips left Rob's cock, and then her fingers pulled slowly out of his ass. Rob experienced a moment of regret, and then he felt sudden pain as she suddenly forced something slippery but much bigger into his ass. His eyes widened in shock and he looked up and saw that the girls were all standing behind the men as if they were fucking them. Rob felt the huge thing in his ass, not moving just there, and he realised that in some way they were. They must be using strap on cocks, he thought, his mind desperately trying not to think of the other possibility. The thing in his ass was warm, fleshy and it felt very real. It also had a pulse. Rob finally realised that he was being fucked by a lady boy. Rob bucked and strained to try and dislodge the unwanted intruder, but the bindings held firm and his body hardly moved at all. He must have struggled for at least a couple of minutes with the cock motionless inside him. Finally his attacker leaned forward. "Relax," a low, sexy voice whispered into his ear, "I no want to hurt you." He shook his head, but the cock in his ass started moving slowly, pushing forward and back in tiny movements. The initial searing pain had faded a bit, and although the cock still hurt him it was not as bad as it had been at first. Rob's mind screamed at him. This was not a woman fucking him, it was a man, and he knew that because women did not have cocks. Rob cursed Steff in his mind. Steff was the ringleader in their little group, the biggest alpha male amongst a huge group of alpha males. Steff got them into trouble regularly, but even highly trained, super fit professional killers like they were needed to blow off some steam sometimes and Steff somehow always got them into the best sort of trouble and then managed to get them out of it again. Well, he had up until now. Rob had known what Steff had in mind for the girl as soon as he had started looking for a quiet alley, and that was why he had decided to stand guard instead of fucking the girl himself early on. He was a bit uncertain with the idea. Sure she was just a little brown fucker like the rest of them, but she seemed to be too scared, and in this city there were always a lot people around to see what was going on. Rob felt his attacker's balls hit his cheeks, and realised the hard cock was fully inside his ass. He thought he heard a moan of pleasure from behind him during a brief quiet moment in the thumping dance music. More women walked into the room, and they were dressed in the same way as those who were already there. The one in blue walked toward Rob and he looked at her anxiously. He couldn't see a tell-tale bulge in her bikini, but he hadn't seen one on any of the girls earlier either, although then he hadn't really been looking. She smiled as she looked at him, but it was the smile of a predator that was closing in on a kill. Rob looked away and saw movement. All of the first group were obviously fucking the asses of his buddies, and the attackers were obviously enjoying themselves. The men obviously weren't. He looked down again quickly; because that was an image he did not want to see. The new blue girl, boy, thing, (he didn't know what to call it) went behind Rob and he felt another mouth go around his now shrunken cock. The cock in his ass didn't miss a beat, in fact it might have sped up a bit. Rob's nerves were screaming at him, but the message was mixed. He didn't want to like it, but in a way it was sort of nice. His cock surprised him and responded quickly to the new stimulation, this one was at least as good as the first one at sucking cock. Rob tried to blot out the feeling of being fucked while concentrating on the feeling of being sucked, but it didn't work. Somehow the two were tied irrevocably together. It might have been two minutes later or ten minutes later, Rob had lost his sense of time, but he felt the build-up of an approaching orgasm. It felt really weird, because his cock was still only three quarters hard, and it hadn't been fully hard at all while he had been getting this particular blow job. But he knew he was going to cum and he felt the mouth around his cock grip him harder, and the cock in his ass pump him harder too. He soon shot into the waiting mouth in what was undoubtedly the best orgasm of his life. His cum sprayed in long blasts, and those blasts peaked spectacularly at those times when the cock inside him was buried to the hilt. He had desperately tried to hate what they were doing to him, but he didn't. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but it was great. He kept his eyes tightly closed, he didn't want to see if any of the other guys felt the same, and he didn't want them to see him like this. The repetitive motion of the cock pounding into his ass got faster again, and Rob guessed the person fucking him was getting close too. The lips around his cock were gone now and he could feel the tension rise as the cock in his ass hammered into him. He hoped desperately that whoever it was would pull out before they came, but the first squirt up his ass dispelled that hope as the cock finally slammed as deep inside him as it could go, and pulsed repeatedly, spraying streams of cum that he could feel each time. Rob felt awful. Not only had he taken a cock up his ass, but he had to admit that it had been good, and although he had felt enormously relieved when the intruding thing had shrunken down and been gently pulled from his ass he had also felt a bit sad and empty too. All of his taunts and teasing aimed at gays now came back to haunt him, and he knew that he had to think about that too. But he told himself that he had been forced, and gays actually wanted it, so that was really totally different. "Look at me," the red girl's voice commanded, and Rob reluctantly opened his eyes and looked up at her. She was standing in the middle of the circle of men again, but now, with the exception of her heels, her clothes were gone. Rob shuddered as he saw her cock hanging down, glistening with moisture, and he watched in appalled fascination as a final dribble of cum slowly oozed out of the end of it, and then fell to the floor. This was not a girl; it was a man, and a very angry man. The angry man suddenly strode across and cracked his whip on Steff's back again making Steff jerk from the sudden attack. "When I say look at me you do now," he said, and Steff, who had been staring at the floor, looked up slowly. Rob could see the tears on his face. "You just be teach what is good," the red lady boy said, "and was so good that all you did to cum with cock up ass." He turned around and smiled at each man triumphantly. "Now we mix you cum together, and we put on you head to remember. No try avoid or will be many worse." One of the other lady boys, who was now also naked, gave a bowl to the first one, and he went straight to Steff, dipped his hand into the bowl and went to put some on his head. Steff ducked his head away, but the lady boy had been ready for that and slapped the mixture into Steff's eyes instead. Steff reared back in pain and shook his head desperately. The lady boy moved around to Rob. He managed to hold himself still as the evil mixture was put onto his hair. It felt awful. One by one each of the men endured being anointed, and when he finally got back to the very red eyed Steff the lady boy turned the bowl over on his head and rubbed it in. He walked back to the middle of the circle and Rob suddenly screamed into his gag as anther cock unexpectedly shoved its way brutally into his already sore ass. He had totally forgotten about the people behind him. He saw the others had been given the same treatment too and the lady boy laughed. "Now,"' he shouted manically, "we teach you what is bad." The cock in Rob was vicious. It slammed into him over and over, sometimes pulling out completely before shoving its way back in. A couple of times Rob tried to clench his ass to keep it out, but this only hurt him more and he gave up on that idea, instead trying to zone out and think of other things. That really didn't work as his tears of pain mixed with the dribbles of cum that ran down his face. He tried looking sideways, but then he saw Steff being pounded just as harshly. Rob put his head back down, and tried to simply look at the floor. He was quite sure he was about to pass out from the pain as his head swam and the rhythm of the beats from next door were matched by the thrusts of the lady boy who was fucking him. More movement in front of Rob made him look up, and a new group of lady boys walked into the room. This lot were naked and their cocks were all hard and pointing up. The things, Rob couldn't decide if they were men or women, varied from very pretty to very ugly, and they slowly walked in circles watching the bound men eagerly. Rob saw the thing fucking Carl lift a hand as it shoved deeply into him, twitching, and the nearest one from the group walking went to stand beside it. As soon as the first pulled its cock out the second took its place and jammed theirs in. Carls face was red with anger, and streaked with cum, sweat and tears, but he was powerless. On Rob's left the one fucking Jimmy finished too, and was immediately replaced by the one who was nearest at the time. Rob looked at the three that remained and knew that one of them would fuck him soon. One was very attractive, despite its very hard and fair sized cock, the other two were quite masculine and ugly, one sporting a huge cock that looked bigger than Rob's and the other had a quite small one. Rob wondered why he wanted the pretty one to take him rather than the one with the small cock. Was he really less gay if the man fucking him looked more like a woman? He felt the cock in his ass squirt and looked up in horror as the one with the massive cock grinned and walked eagerly toward him. As the large cock rammed brutally into his ass Rob did black out for a time. He regained his senses slowly, his brain trying to blot out the reality of what was happening to him. There were another five of the creatures walking around, watching keenly as the five men were raped for the third time in the same night. Rob just wanted it to be over, he wanted them to kill him and finish the job. He knew he could never face the other men in this room again; he couldn't face the other men from his unit, his commanders, his family, his friends and definitely not his fiancée who sent him letters every week telling him how much she missed him. He probably had AIDS now, and what they had been carefully saving for their wedding night could never happen. He felt the cock in his ass finally squirt and he didn't even look up to see who was going to fuck him next. He no longer cared. Rob was furious. Furious with the stupid girl who got in their way and made this happen, furious with Steff for suggesting that they fuck her, furious with the other men for not saying no, furious with all the mutants who were now fucking him and his buddies, but most of all he was furious with his own body for betraying him. The new thing fucking him had reached around his leg and was toying with his cock which, despite the agony in his asshole, was stiffening up. He could feel the vibrations of the music through the bench he was strapped to, and that was somehow stimulating him too. Rob had offered no resistance when the new cock squelched into his torn ass, but was relieved to find it was noticeably smaller and a bit less painful than the one before it. But he could feel that there was cum running out of his ass, rolling down his legs or dribbling over his balls before falling to the floor. He could feel the drops of sweat landing on his back as the thing fucking him worked feverishly in the humid night, slamming its body into him with all the energy it could muster. He could feel dried cum on his face, not just his own cum, which was bad enough, but also the cum of the other men who were on the receiving end of this torture. He hoped desperately that the salty taste in his mouth was his sweat. "You now all feel what poor girl feel," the self-appointed ringmaster shouted. "You have been rape badly three time, you have felt not wanted cum be in you, you have bad experience that no how you try you ever forget." It looked around at its captive audience. "Alcohol not lose these feeling, drugs not lose these feeling, even head doctor not lose these feeling, only death lose these feeling." It turned slowly again. "I maybe let you live and see who got brave to take own life. No one, I think, because you all bully who hurt weak one." It looked again at all of them, waiting for each to meet its gaze. "You pick on gay boy many time yes?" They stared blankly at the angry figure in front of them. "I got man body and woman need, and because that I get tease and hurt all day." It paused for some time. "I get hurt by men like you, men who not know and not care. Some of men beat me; some of men rape me, some do both." It stared again at each man. "In many place man who fuck man not gay only man who is get fuck is gay. Now, no way how think, you all gay man. Some you will be still gay, and some try to show not, but you all have this remember all life, and we give you more thing to remember." It grinned evilly. "I say you before my rule of ten, now you get to try. Each you now has four cum in ass, and we not stop before ten." Rob shook his head desperately. "You lucky I not make thirty, ten time what you did to girl... Come in," it shouted and more of the creatures came into the room, all of them noticeably ready for action. "You might find help you think of us as girl with thing extra," the ringmaster shouted, "we do, and here law do too. Have happy fucks, many men pay much for what we give you tonight for free." It laughed as Rob braced himself for yet another attack. Twice more Rob's ass was opened and used by one of the creatures before they made a change which was totally unexpected. They loosened off his bonds and rolled him onto his back before binding his arms to the floor mounts again and suspending his legs by tying ropes off two girders in the roof. He tried to resist as soon as they released him, but his body refused to work anymore and he was too weak to put up more than a token resistance. As another of the lady boys approached Rob he dropped his head back, but just saw that most of the others were now on their backs too. He looked back at the person between his legs, and it smiled at him and then entered him. Rob moaned with at least some masochistic pleasure, and felt a strange and totally new stimulation as the intruding cock started to fuck him and found a previously unexplored place. The thing was attractive, and from the waist up it was definitely all woman. Rob decided to think of them exactly as the ringmaster had said; they were girls with something extra, not men. She reached forward and grabbed his cock, running her thumb up the vein as she fucked him. Despite his negative intentions Rob shivered in pleasure. Rob watched in fascination as the woman expertly stroked him to full size while never missing a beat, and then he watched in amazement as she carefully worked both of them up to cum almost together. Rob watched the first blast of his own cum erupt and land on his stomach and then he felt hers shooting inside him. Rob nodded his thanks, and she smiled as she left and another girl approached. She was shorter, and a bit chubby, but Rob liked how her hair was cut with a fringe just above her wide dark eyes, and her tits looked really fine. She'd be a seven out of ten Rob decided, but maybe an eight if her cock was a bit bigger. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to un-think what had just happened in his head. The ninth girl was ugly, maybe only a four, and she was only seeking her own pleasure. She fucked Rob hard and seemed to be relieved when she finally shot her load into his battered and brutalised ass. The final girl was a nine, beautiful and young with short hair cut in a bob and very long pierced nipples crowning firm but small tits. She expertly coaxed another dribble of cum from Rob's cock too, and her long curved cock was just the right shape to properly stimulate his prostate. Rob was still smiling when the cloth covered his face and he lost consciousness again. "One cum three more time, two cum two more time and two cum one more time," Soo said, and Beer grinned. "I think five ring circus maybe make all gay," she said happily, "I hope this happen." "What their government do now?" Soo asked. "They ask if someone saw thing, and everyone they ask say no. They not do thing with no suspect, that just way it is." "And they will want hide what they do too." "Yes, but because tomorrow that very hard thing to do." The press arrived first, because they got the first call. A suspected bomb outside the embassy of such an important country was going to get maximum coverage despite the immediate danger to the crews. A stolen old green van with white painted windows was soon identified as the suspect vehicle, and a perimeter was set up. Before much more could happen the van rocked, at first a little and then more. A man in a bomb suit approached and shouted. There were replies and soon the man in the bomb suit gingerly opened the door. News services world-wide showed the footage of the dazed and manacled men emerging from the van wearing ridiculously short dresses and wigs that were firmly glued on. They walked very gingerly as they were led away, and there was a lot of speculation about the stains on their faces too. Even more questions were raised when it was leaked to the media who they really were. What the world didn't see was the five asses that had fresh tattoos saying 'I took 10 cocks in 6 hours', and three cocks that had 'rapist' tattooed boldly on them. Rob was in a new uniform, but it felt wrong. No matter what the size the uniform was it didn't fit him anymore. But it wouldn't be for very much longer. "The tribunal is ready for you now," said the orderly, and Rob nodded. He wondered yet again as he carefully stood up what the hell he was going to tell them. What had the others said? When it was all over what could he do, where could he go? Rob desperately needed a friend and some guidance, but nobody did anything about it, because that was just the way it was.