Scorpion

A Lonely Christmas Tale (2nd Sneak Preview)

He really wanted to touch my cunt buster, he wanted to feel it. Little did he know he would feel it with his ass and I was determined to rape the shit out of him if necessary, but it would add so much more to the excitement, if he would take part, more or less willingly, in his own abuse.

We turned into the dead end street and all of the sudden it became really quiet around us. There were no one around us in this lane and while we almost reached our destination I stopped Damien by touching him gently on his shoulder.

“Do you mind if I carry you the rest of the way?” I asked him out of the blue.

“Carry me?” he seemed confused.

“Yeah – I would like to feel you. To feel your weigh… to smell you… I just want to be close to you and now is the perfect moment for that.” I replied.

Damien nodded in agreement but didn’t know how I would like to carry him, so he stood there undecided.

I simply lifted him up easily. He was light as a feather.

“Close your legs around my waist” I instructed him.

His ass was pushing hard against my bulge. I moved slowly with him letting my jeans covered cock bump against his little ass. My hands caressed his ass cheeks through his pants while I carried him around.

If someone watched this scene, he would have thought two lovers are making out romantically.

We were almost slow dancing to a tune only we could hear and while Damien searched for a tight grip behind my neck I made sure he wouldn’t slip from my hips so easily.

I turned around and walked to a darkened corner of the house we just passed. Damien did not complain at first when his back bumped into the solid bricks of the wall. I started to grind my pelvis into his ass-cheeks slowly and moaned loudly.

“Scorpion – stop – it hurts my shoulders…” Damien whined.

I didn’t react. My eyes were closed and I continued grinding my bulge into his sweet little ass.

“Scorpion – please – the bricks are rough and hurting me…” he gave a yelp.

“SHUT UP” I barked and now my eyes were focused on him. I looked at him furious.

“I am giving you a lecture faggot… you are about to please a man. It doesn’t matter if it is unpleasant for YOU. All that matters is that you bring pleasure to ME. You got that, you filthy little whore?” I growled.

Damien did not reply a thing. He simply felt his back scraping painfully against the wall behind but was too afraid to complain about it once more.

“YOU GOT THAT FAGGOT?” I hissed.

“Yes… yes…. I am sorry… I got *ouch* I got it…..” he replied pathetically.

For the next two minutes I ‘dry-fucked’ him into the wall and then I ordered him to pull himself back on my hips.

His fingers grabbed my neck fast and his legs closed around my waist quickly.