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L E T  O P ! ! ! !  H O M O S E X ! ! ! !
The Fall of 2008 and Winter of 2009 is a period in the history of gay men in San Francisco for the record books. The struggle for equal rights set against the background of gay marriage brought to light the personal and cultural discrimination we deal with on a daily basis. Retribution is a strong emotion, and one that encompasses fantasies and desires of resolution. It is from this milieu that Bareback Abduction 2 was conceived. 
Protests and demonstrations against gay marriage were commonplace near City Hall throughout the fall, and what better source for an abductee than the despicable God Hates Fags crowd that literally demeans gay men’s very existence. Chase Peters was too tempting a target for the SpunkMob, snatched off the street, blindfolded and dragged back to the Mob’s South of Market warehouse where a waiting Jacob Slader planned a deflowering and religious conversion – but in reverse to the standard born-again meme, putting the human back into the zealot’s body, so to speak. 
As in the first Bareback Abduction, Slader takes control of the situation and directs his “boys” to warm Peters up as he whimpers and begs for mercy. Spunk Exclusive Sage Daniels leads the pack, shoving his thick cock down Peters' throat while Aztec and Andre Barclay hold the blindfolded victim in place. There’s something about the way that Peters takes to cocksucking that belies his protests, however, and he quickly submits to Mob rule, sucking first Sage’s cock to the root, then following course with Aztec and Barclay before Slader takes over and repositions Peters for a throatfucking, telling his crew to “get the fuck out,” giving him sole custody of his prey, for a time. 
Slader relishes his “alone time” with Peters, ripping his shirt off and gagging him repeatedly as he shoves his huge cock down Peter’s gullet, ballsac covering Peters’ only other air supply. Tears stream down Peter’s face as Slader slams his meat – all 9+ inches of it – as far down his throat as possible, but there’s something about the way that Peter’s takes it that hints at something else going on. As Slader works Peters over orally, Peters flips over to get a better angle at Slader’s cock before Slader beckons Peters over to the mattress, wrapping his arms around Peters in a warm embrace before tossing him down and commanding the young man to remove his pants. 
Peters fears for the worse at this point, searching for salvation. Slader perversely displays affection for Peters – kissing him before dry humps Peter’s ass, then whispering into Peter’s ear saying “you know what’s coming?” as though Peters has any doubt. But when Slader’s cock begins probing Peter’s sphincter, the fear on Peter’s face gives way to the pain of being split in half. Slader rims Peters hole giving him scant moisture – enough to ease the friction on his cock, but little else. Peters screams in pain and bucks like a wild bronco as Slader jams his meat deep into Peters’ guts. 
With Peters’ underwear still loosely clinging to his hips, Slader fucks the daylights out of Peters who yelps and cries throughout the ordeal. Slader’s cock drips precum like a firehose, filling Peters’ ass with slimy manjuice. Unaccustomed to getting fucked, Peters’ hole clinches tight around Slader’s cock despite the repeated ramroding, which is just the way Slader likes it. With little effort, Slader blows a load up Peters’ ass, jamming his cock back in over and over while the cum mixed with buttjuice and slime gushes down Peters’ taint and into his ragged underwear. Exhausted with both pain and ecstasy, Peters flops onto his belly hoping he’s through his ordeal… when Slader raps his feet, commands him to his knees, and calls out for the rest of the SpunkMob to “come and get ‘em!”