Warning: the following part of this multi-part story contain male-male rape material. If this offends you, you may wish to wait for Part 6
"Okay, who needs a little fun with the newbie?" This was Harold Comely -- better known as 'Brutus' -- speaking.
After returning to his position in front of his shower room locker, Keeny couldn't remember much of the paddling of the other five of his fellow residents. His mind was on his sore buttocks, the humiliation of crying in front of them all and of what might still be in store for him.
As best he could recall, the others were given only four or five swats with the paddle. One of the five also got to feel the switch he thought but he wasn't sure, although he had watched as each took his position at the front of the room before the mirror. He watched as each dropped his towel, turned and bent over. He watched as each was made to spread his legs and expose his butt completely. He watched as the paddle landed. He watched but he didn't remember that much. Just that it happened and that he was there. The official punishment tour was now over. They all had forty minutes to shower and put on a clean uniform taken from their locker and then return to their rooms.
Forty minutes is a long time and often -- usually -- more took place in that time than just the taking of showers.
"Anybody want to have the newbie," Brutus repeated. Everyone looked at Kenny, some smiling at the prospect of either taking their turn on Kenny's ass or, at least, watching as others did. Both Ashton and Rivers stood at the other end of the room out of the way but watching closely.
"I don't want him. Not tonight anyway," Brutus said to break the silence. He walked over to Kenny and mussed Kenny's hair just to tease him. "Maybe some other time, though. It's a shame to have a nice _f_u_c_k_able butt like your and not have it _f_u_c_k_ed. Anyone want to do that?"
"I'll take him." This was Striker, who had himself been a newbie not too long ago. Striker walked slowly toward Kenny. Kenny backed up but into the arms of two others.
Kenny remembered what his roommate Wilkes had told him. "Put up a fight but not too much of one or you'll get hurt. But if you don't fight, they'll take you for a pussy and probable a queer as well -- like poor Glasser. Glasser never resists so he's a natural target for anyone so horny that they need someone to suck their _c_o_c_k_ or a place to stick their stiff _c_o_c_k_. But remember this, roomie," Wilkes added, "whether you fight it or not, you'll loose. Try yo keep your hole loose when ther're doing it to you. It helps. But handle it anyway you want."
So, Kenny took Wilkes' advice and offered some resistance. He resisted as Striker and three others all grabbed him at once. He squirmed and kicked as much as he could under the restraint of four pairs of strong arms and hands as they literally lifted him off the floor. He resisted as the chair was noisily pulled across the tile floor by yet another pair of hands. He resisted as he was bent over the back of the chair. He resisted as his legs were pulled and held apart. He resisted as the wet bar of soap was rubbed across his anus. But as Striker placed himself behind Kenny and leaned up against him, Kenny stopped resisting. It was over; he struggled no more. He endured the pain and the humiliation and he continued to endure it as Striker finished and another took his place.
Kenny's second tormenter of the evening was less gentle than Striker. His name was Frankel and -- like Striker -- he had been one of the several who had obvious erections beneath their towels at the end of Kenny's paddling. Frankel moved into place, resting most of his weight on Kenny's back and digging his fingers into Kenny's shoulders. While Striker had entered Kenny and moved gently inside him, Frankel rammed his ample _c_o_c_k_ up into Kenny over an over again, grunting loudly and screaming on his final, deep penetration. Kenny closed his eyes tightly and took the pounding of Frankel as best he could. To Kenny's surprise, Frankel's final few deep thrusts up through his anus didn't hurt nearly as much as Strikers first and only gentle push through the tight muscle. The pain was mostly psychological now.
"Who's next," Frankel said as he climbed off Kenny, exhausted.
"C'mom guys, we got at least twenty minutes left, who wants the newbie next?" This was Brutus who stood leaning up against the wall, arms crossed, watching the show. "I'll bet he was good and tight wasn't he Frankel?"
"Who the hell cares, Brutus," Frankel said. "I got off, that's all that matters. But, yeah, he was tight -- until I got finished with him, that is." Everyone laughed at Frankel's boasting.
"What about you Klein," Brutus said to one of the residents who was still holding Kenny's legs spread. "Someone else can hold him for you. He ain't puttin' up much of a fight anyway. I think he's begining to like it." Kenny reached his limit.
"_f_u_c_k_ you, Brutus," Kenny said just loud enough for Brutus to hear.
"Not likely, newbie," Brutus said somewhat surprised at Kenny's remark. Fortunately for Kenny, Klein was getting to his feet. Everyone, including Ashton and Rivers, wanted to see what Klien would do.
"Force him to his knees," Klein said to those still holding Kenny firmly in place over the chair. Klein removed his towel revealing a huge erection. Kenny was pulled quickly to his feet then turned around to face Klein and shoved down on his knees. Kenny yelled as his knees hit the floor hard. Klein kicked his towel towards Kenny. "Kneel on that newbie. Make yourself comfortable first, then make me comfortable." Kenny gladly placed his knees on the towel. One of those holding him quickly twisted his arm into a tight hammerlock. Kenny cried out from the pain. One of the others straddled Kenny's head and brought his legs together tightly against Kenny's ears, locking his head into position. Klein walked toward Kenny, fondling his own stiff _c_o_c_k_.
"Here you go, newbie," Klein said. "Something to lick before bedtime." Kenny attempted to turn his head but it was firmly locked straight ahead. Klein placed his _c_o_c_k_ against Kenny's nose. "Start lickin', newbie." The hammerlock was increased suddenly and Kenny yelled in pain. "Start lickin', I said." Kenny saw that it was useless and did what was inevitable. He felt as though he might throw-up at first but the feeling left after a few seconds.
"Okay, that's enough," Klein said as he stepped backward having accomplished his goal of humiliating Keeny even further. "I'd _f_u_c_k_ you, newbie," Klein said, "but not after two other guys have been up your butt. No thanks. I prefer nice clean butts and tight butt holes. Next time, though."
"Okay, let's let him go, guys." This was Wilkes, Kenny's roommate. "He's been throughly screwed. Enough for the first time, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, that's nice Wilkes," Brutus said. "Lookin' out for your new roomie? Or are you anxious to get him all by yourself back in the room? Not much of a _c_o_c_k_ to suck but maybe you could lick his ass for him."
"Jealous, Brutus?" Wilkes said. "Just because your roommate won't let you _f_u_c_k_ him?" These were fighting words and Brutus took a step toward Wilkes.
"Okay, okay, boys, that's it." It was Rivers from fifteen feet away. He and Ashton had stood by silently watching Kenny's ordeal. "Shower time. Room check in twenty minutes," he said looking at his watch.
Kenny showered slowly and remained in the locker room dressing slowly after the others had showered, dressed and left. Ashton remained watching Kenny with unusual interest. Kenny was very sore in several places and emotionally drained. It had been a very long day for him and he had little to look forward to for the next eighteen months if tonight was any indication.
"Okay, Bronson," Ashton said, "hurry up." Kenny finished and Ashton followed him down the hall to his room. They stopped at room 8, Kenny's room. "Not bad for a newbie," Ashton said as Kenny started to enter the room. Ashton quickly walked away with the paddle in his hand.