His Fantasy Made Real
Beverly L. Anderson
Kenyon Y. Hunt
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
HIS FANTASY MADE REAL
First edition. May 20, 2020.
Copyright © 2020 Beverly L. Anderson.
Written by Beverly L. Anderson.
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Elliot Turner thought he had a pretty easy life. He was a student at the University of Missouri in St. Louis. He struggled a bit with his self-esteem, but it was nothing he couldn’t overcome. He was overly self-conscious about his weight, but he tried not to let it bother him. He was also rather short, only five feet five inches, which made his weight a bit of a problem for his height, leaving him with a rather chubby figure around the middle. He had tried working out when he was in high school, but it had been hard to keep up with it once he started college. Besides, he was far too busy with his coursework to deal with it. To compensate, he became a serial dater, and was always with different girls. None seemed to stick, though, and he rarely had a second or third date with the same girl.
Then one night Andrew, his dorm roommate at the time, was watching something on his phone. It sounded like porn, but he didn’t hear a woman’s voice.
“Dude, you gotta see this,” Andrew muttered. “This is the sickest shit I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” Elliot was curious so he went over to Andrew’s bed to look at his phone.
“It’s three guys going at it with another dude, can ya believe it?” Andrew said in a disgusted tone. “It’s bad enough it’s all dudes, but the way they’re doing it, it’s like they’re raping the other guy! I mean, people actually enjoy shit like this?”
Elliot stared at the video in disbelief as a strange feeling washed over him. Not only was it gay porn, it was a gang rape. Three men were forcing themselves on another man. Elliot’s heart sped up and his breath became rapid. His mouth went dry and he had no idea what to do with the feelings that were coursing through him. It was perverse. It was twisted. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.
Afterward, he went back to his own bed. The problem was that he kept seeing and hearing the video in his mind, no matter how hard he tried to forget it.
IT WEIGHED ON HIS MIND over the next few weeks. He had to have something wrong with him. He just had to. The way he was feeling couldn’t be normal, he thought. Not for a straight guy who was just your average guy. Something had to be off in his brain, something sick and twisted. But they made the video for people who liked that kind of stuff, people who enjoyed watching something like that. People who wanted to participate in something like that. But that was the problem he had.
It wasn’t that he wanted to participate by perpetrating a gang rape like that. No, the problem was he very much wanted to be gang raped like that.
Now, he laid in bed under the covers with his earbuds in and watched the tiny images dance on his phone. He was vaguely glad his roommate was on a date tonight and would sleep over at his girlfriend’s house. His breath was bated as he watched the set up for the video unfold. It was typical, young man goes to the wrong part of town at night. He encounters a dark figure, then more appear. Elliot’s heart began to beat faster with the anticipation of what he guessed he was about to see.
He slipped his hand down to stroke himself, finding the arousal almost painful. The young man was grabbed, stripped of his clothes, and thrown to the ground as they laughed at him. Elliot could see he had genital piercings and vines tattooed across his side. One of men, with strikingly pale hair, came up with some rope and tied his arms behind his back, then cinched his ankles to his thighs. Elliot’s hand slipped up and down his dripping length as he started to pant a little. The first man pushed him forward and began to take him roughly from behind. Another one forced his mouth open and began to violently fuck his mouth. It was almost too much for Elliot to stop from going over the edge immediately, but he slowed down because he didn’t want to come until he was done watching the video.
He bit down on his lip hard because he was throbbing with need by this time, but the video wasn’t quite done yet. After the two guys was done, they flipped the bound one to his back on the ground, forcing his legs apart. The third guy came forward and pinned him harshly as he brutally ground into him. Now, Elliot grabbed himself tightly at the base to try and stop from coming. The video was longer than the other gang rape videos, and actually good quality, even on the small phone screen. The young man on the screen was crying as one of them pushed his head back and began to come onto his face.
The video ended abruptly, and Elliot wondered if there was more of it. He’d have to look and see if he couldn’t find a longer version of it. It must have been cut from a longer piece. He put his phone to the side and reached down with one hand while he stroked himself with the other. He slipped two fingers into himself, hissing at the sudden stretch. This time he was too impatient to go slow. If he had his own place, he would have ordered something bigger, but he couldn’t have something like a dildo or a vibrator around in the dorms. That was just asking for trouble.
As it was, he imagined himself in the place of the young man on the video, being held down, fucked mercilessly, used like a cock sleeve and nothing more... It only took a few moments until he came all over his hand, quite a bit because it had been a while since his roommate had gone away for the night. He reached over and grabbed the tissues, cleaning himself up and tossing them in the trash and straightening his pajamas. His heart was still beating too fast, though, and in his mind the images replayed again and again.
A COUPLE WEEKS LATER, he’d been looking for similar videos and someone had posted a link in the comments on the video he’d found. The link was for a website called the Real Fantasies Forum. The comment said it was good for people who liked this kind of thing. What’s more, the person said the forum was based out of St. Louis and sometimes there were meetups in the city.
After he registered for the website, he browsed around the place to find it was for people who liked the same sort of things that he did. He excitedly read about other people’s experiences, their fantasies, weird feelings when they saw violent imagery, all of it. He couldn’t believe there were other people like him. He didn’t feel as alone as before. He noted there were both women and men on the forum. There were subforums for straight men, gay men, straight women, gay women, bisexual men, and bisexual women. He went to the forum for straight men and was disappointed; it was all women dominating men. There were some who talked about having a woman peg them with a strap on, and while it sounded kind of hot, it wasn’t what he was looking for. He frowned and chose the forum for gay men and found just what he was looking for.
But he wasn’t gay. At least he didn’t think he was gay. However, he frowned when he found exactly what he was looking for in that subforum. Maybe he was gay? Now he had no idea now what to think.
No, I’m not gay, he thought and closed the page. He wasn’t. He was straight, and straight men didn’t fantasize about being raped by other men. He swallowed hard and made a vow to not go back to it again.
Instead, he signed up for some dating apps and started going on dates with some girls. It was nice, and he enjoyed himself. It even led to sex a few times. But it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t get off unless he started thinking about one of the videos he had seen. He didn’t know what to do, but he knew he was confused. So, back to t
he Real Fantasies Forum he went. He posted some questions, about if it was normal for a straight guy to have those kinds of fantasies. He got a resounding no, straight guys wouldn’t fantasize about other men doing them, it would be women.
Now he was even more confused than before. He’d never questioned his sexuality before, he’d never had a reason to. However, now, with the replies he was getting, he had to wonder. He thought about every date he’d ever had with a girl, and how they never felt right. Something was always missing, and he had never been able to put his finger on it. And after he found the videos, he had to think of them while he was having sex with a girl. He knew it couldn’t be normal. But he still liked girls a little bit. So maybe he was bisexual. Then again, did he really like girls, or did he try to like girls because that’s what he was supposed to do?
Then he came across a thread. It was talking about actually fulfilling fantasies and what people would do to get theirs fulfilled. There were people talking about arranging meetings with strangers to act out the scenarios in their head. They were talking about doing the very thing he wanted more than anything. What’s more, some of them were in St. Louis. There were also posts from other cities around the US and even other countries, but there were other people from St. Louis. Then there was a link posted by someone from the forum. It said it was for people in the area looking to get their fantasy fulfilled.
With bated breath, he opened the link and found himself on a website with a few questions. Name, address with entry codes, phone number, and fantasy were the only things asked. He checked the site address and it was still from the Real Fantasies Forums, just a different section. He hesitated. What would happen if he filled this out? Would someone come to him? Would some random stranger text him out of the blue? He swallowed and before he knew it, his fingers were typing out the details of his deepest, darkest fantasies. He submitted it. A popup confirmed his submission and then took him back to the previous forums.
Now, he guessed he would just have to wait.
AFTER TWO MONTHS, NOTHING had happened, and Elliot got into a routine of living a relatively normal life for a college student. He would still watch the videos on weekends when his roommate was gone, and he would often go read through Real Fantasies Forum, sometimes answer posts, sometimes making new ones. There were excellent video recommendations, he found, and new websites he had never heard of with pictures and gifs. To be honest, he had almost forgotten about signing up on the questionnaire. When he did think of it, he imagined no one read those, and it was just for them to collect information. Strangely, he’d gotten no spam despite giving all of his personal information.
He was still going on dates through a dating app he liked. No matter what happened, they left him unfulfilled, and now that he had explored it, he knew why, but he didn’t want to put himself in any real danger. He just wanted to feel like he was in real danger.
He sighed, changing his clothes for his date tonight. His current roommate James Reyes, who was lying back in his own bed, looked up at him. “Well, well, another date Casanova? What’s that, the third one this week?”
Elliot smirked. “Yeah, yeah, just can’t seem to find the right girl,” he mumbled with another sigh as he finished buttoning up his shirt. “But this girl is cute, look.” He passed over his phone to show him a picture.
“Holy breasts Batman!” James exclaimed. “She’s got cleavage for miles. But she’s got pink hair. You know what they say about the ones with strangely colored hair.”
“What do they say about them?” Elliot sat down to tie his shoes.
“Well, you know, something,” James stammered, obviously not knowing any more about the subject.
“Ha, well, see you in the morning if all goes well.” Elliot smoothed a hand through his longish blond hair and put his phone in his pocket. He grabbed his keys before heading out the door.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Hell, don’t do anything I would do!” James called after him.
Elliot was meeting this girl at a Randy’s. It was a short drive. He thought it would be the perfect place for good food which was relatively cheap. He pulled up and saw her immediately, so he parked next to her. She was leaning back on a blue sports car smoking a cigarette. He didn’t remember it saying she smoked on her profile. Well, one little thing wouldn’t matter. He’d tolerate the smoke because she was gorgeous. She was all curves and wearing a black dress that accentuated every one of them. She did have brightly dyed pink hair in a short cut around her face. The color accented her dark skin nicely. And, as his roommate had pointed out, she had large breasts. He walked up to her, waving as he approached.
“You must be Elliot. Nice to meet you. I’m Angelica. Let me put this out, and we can go in.” She smiled.
Now that he was seeing her in person, he wondered exactly how old she was because she definitely was older than twenty. There was no way she was less than twenty-five or so. He shrugged. He could handle an older woman. She was also taller than him, he noted, especially since she had on heels.
Once inside, the waitress seated them at a table and asked, “What’ll ya have to drink?”
“Just a water for me,” Elliot replied.
Angelica smiled, moving her rolled silverware to the other side of the table. “Iced tea, sweet,” she told the waitress.
After the waitress left, leaving the menus, they both looked over the food choices. “Do you come here often?” Angelica asked.
“Oh, just now and then,” he answered, still deciding what to eat. He actually had brought his previous date to this same Randy’s. He’d been worried about getting the same waitress, but he’d gotten lucky and they had a different one.
“I haven’t been out to eat in a while,” Angelica said, putting down the menu and looking across the table at him. “But I know what I want already.”
“Really? That was quick,” he commented, deciding on his own food just as the waitress came back.
“I’ll have the chef salad,” Angelica told her.
“And I’ll have a bacon cheeseburger and fries.”
“Alright, we’ll have it right out for ya,” the waitress stated and left them alone.
Elliot smiled across the table. “So, tell me about yourself.”
“Oh, I could talk on myself all night. I’m a photographer for local magazines like After Dark and St. Louis In Focus. I’ve worked as a freelancer for a long time now, ever since I graduated. I went to school at UMSL, actually, and I saw on your profile that you go there too.” She sipped the tea thoughtfully.
“Yeah, I’m in the nursing program,” he said, nodding as he took a sip of his water.
“Nursing? I don’t hear too many guys who go into the nursing field. What made you decide to go into that?”
“Well, I’ve always liked caring for other people. I thought about being a doctor, but you know, it’s the nurses who really spend the time with the patients, not the doctors.”
“What type of nurse do you want to be?”
“Oh, I’m thinking about neurology or oncology. The only thing I’m not really interested in is delivering babies. I mean, I know I’ll have to do an obstetrics rotation, but I’d rather not it be my particular field, you know?” he sighed, thinking about it.
“That’s cool, though.”
“I take it you went to school for photography?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, I love photography. I could spend hours talking about it, but I’m sure you’re not interested in all that stuff.”
“Well, I’m interested in what you’re interested in,” Elliot responded.
“Aw, that’s sweet of you. Hmm, let’s see. As I told you in my messages, I use my brother’s car. His name is Deandre. He works full time but takes night classes out at UMSL too. He’s got a roommate named David that’s also going to school. Let’s see, oh, I hang out a lot with them and a friend of ours named Tommy. Tommy has his own place though. We often have dinners together. I’m really close to my brother, well, I call him my brot
her, we’re actually childhood friends, so we see each other a lot, and I see David with him all the time. We also have another friend a bit older than us named Robert that I’ve met a couple times. We had dinner with him a few weeks ago, but it was nice because he paid for everyone,” she told him, crossing her arms over her chest as she talked. “Deandre was glad to let me borrow the car for tonight. He thinks it’s funny when I have dates, because eventually, whoever I date has to meet him. He’s a tough guy, but only on the outside. He’s really a teddy bear, you know the type.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” Elliot nodded.
“David’s a great guy too. He’s been a really great friend to Deandre over the last few years. They started out being in the same dorm room at UMSL, and things just went from there. Oh, I’m the older one, by the way, but he takes care of me even though I try to take care of him. We just have a lot of fun as a group, you know?” she said, reaching up and smoothing a hand over her short, pink hair. “Tommy’s got a girlfriend, but they’re open about other people, so he has side chicks all the time, but at least they know they’re on the side. Deandre and David are both single right now, but they date people now and then.”
Elliot didn’t know what to think of all this talk of other guys, but he guessed she must have been really close to them.
They looked up to see that the waitress was coming over with their food.
“Oh wow, that was fast. They’re really on the ball here tonight,” Elliot commented as she sat the plates down. He was kind of glad for the distraction because listening to her go on about her male friends was so strange.
They ate in silence for a few minutes until she spoke up again. “So, you get lots of dates on the app?”
“Um, yeah,” Elliot said before he thought better of it. “Haven’t found the right one, though.”
“Aw, that’s cute. You’re looking for the one girl you’ll spend a lifetime with, huh?” She grinned.
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