Search the Community
Showing results for tags 'power and control'.
Found 9 results
-
Non-consentual rape is illegal... This story is for fantasy purposes only... _______________________ Jeff was awakened by the sound of broken glass. He had been sleeping in late enjoying his summer vacation after finishing his junior year of high school. The loud noise of the broken window had startled him out of a deep sleep. Rolling out of bed, he slipped on a pair of underwear and pondered the loud noise. Both of his parents had left two days ago for vacation, and his older sister wasn't due back from her summer college classes until later on in the afternoon. His parent's house was in the country and no other homes or people were close by to making any noise. Puzzled by the sound, he decided to go investigate. As he opened the door to his bedroom and started to walk down the hall, he was surprised to see a big black man crawling through what had been the closed living room window. Instantly seen by the black man, Jeff turned and raced back down the hall to his bedroom and slammed the door. Within seconds he heard the black man outside his door. Even worse, he heard more footsteps, and heard several other sinister voices ordering him to unlock the door. Frightened by the men, who by their voices were obviously black, Jeff was terrified. He forgot about the other door that led to the bathroom that he shared with his older sister's a joining room. His only focus was keeping his bedroom door closed. Concentrating on keeping the bedroom door leading to the hallway closed, Jeff did not hear another black man enter through his sister's room and come into his room through the bathroom. Standing with his legs spread, trying to keep the other men from breaking down his bedroom door, Jeff presented an erotic sight to the black man who had just escaped from the state prison located fifty miles away. Watching the young white boy pushing against the door trying to stop his friends from entering, Bruce, a two hundred pound convicted rapist watched the white boy standing with his legs spread, ass sticking out. Already filled with adrenaline and joy over his escape from prison, Bruce smiled at the sight of the boy. Feelings his cock growing erect Bruce could think of no better way to celebrate his prison escape than by tearing off a piece of the white teenage ass. Rushing up behind Jeff, Bruce backhanded the white boy on the side of the neck. Not even aware that Bruce was in the room, Jeff was caught by surprise. The karate strike caused his muscles to spasm, causing him to drop to the ground instantly. As the boy whimpered on the floor in shock and pain, Bruce unlocked the bedroom door, allowing his two black friends to enter. "Shit boys look at this cracker." Bruce said referring to Jeff who was still laying on the ground trying to recover from the sharp pain in his neck. "Here we need a place to hang out until the heat dies down from all those pigs chasing us, and look, now we got us some entertainment why we is hiding." Then kicking Jeff in the ass, Bruce continued, "I bet this punk white ass is still virgin." Rubbing the front of his prison pants to fondle his cock, Bruce said, "Well nothing like some Alabama bull snake to break in a virgin ass, hey brothers!" Laughing, the two other men agreed with Bruce. Bending down the men pulled Jeff to his feet, and threw his body facedown, sideways over the small twin sized bed. Pulling his waist over to the side edge of the bed, Bruce held the boy down, while his two friends grabbed shirts hanging from Jeff's closet and ripped the shirts apart. Tying the torn shirts to the metal legs of the bed, they quickly spread Jeff's legs and tied his ankles to the shirts attached to the legs of the bed. Recovering from the blow to his neck, Jeff suddenly tried to stand up and fight the three black men. His efforts were futile, and the black men enjoyed beating the white boy back down on the bed with their fists. Pushed face down into his bed, Jeff was powerless to stop the strong escaped convicts hovering over his spread-eagled ass. Walking around to the other side of the bed, Bruce grabbed Jeff's arms and quickly tied each wrist with a torn shirt. Pulling the shirt tight, he managed to stretch the boy over his twin size bed, tying the shirt wrapped around Jeff's wrists to the metal legs of the bed. Looking down at the white boy who was now crying laying side ways across the bed, Bruce enjoyed the sight of the white teenager spread out before him. The white boy's ass, still covered in boxer shorts, was sticking up, and the white boy's face, with his pretty mouth, was hanging over the other side of the bed. The white boy cried, and begged for mercy. "Please don't kill me. My parents have money. You can take anything you want. Please just don't kill me." Not yet realizing the escaped convicts intentions, Jeff continued, "Please you can take anything, I won't tell. I promise I won't tell anyone and I'll do anything you want, just let me live!" Leroy, a convicted drug dealer walked around to the front of the bed, and pulled Jeff's hair and made him look up. "You mean white boy, that if I don't break that lily-white neck of yours and I let you live, I can take anything I want and you'll do anything to help me?" "Yes sir! You can take anything you want! Please just don't hurt me." Leroy continued to toy with his hapless and naive victim. "You mean boy, that you'll do anything, anything at all?" "Yes Sir anything, anything at all" As soon as he said those words, Jeff noticed the huge bulges in both Leroy's and Bruce's pants. It was then that he focused on the men's prison uniforms, and Jeff suddenly recalled all the horror stories he had heard about what convicts do to young men in prison. Jeff gulped in shock as his fear of death became replaced with the fear of being raped. His body shook in fright at the thought of being raped by the three big black men. Watching Leroy reach down and fondle his cock through his jeans, Jeff knew that the three men had tied him like this on purpose. He had heard about getting butt-fucked, yet he had never thought such a thing would happen to him. Only fag's let other men touch them, and Jeff never would have thought he'd be fucked by another man, let alone, three black men. Jeff, already beaten by the men, knew that he couldn't escape and he feared what the men would do next. As he laid on the bed he trembled and whispered. "Please Oh no. Not that, please." A moment later, Leroy confirmed Jeff's worst fears. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled out his cock, and walked up to his white captive. The huge ten-inch black cock stood at attention only inches away from Jeff's face. Jeff gulped as he stared at the black one-eyed monster jutting before his face. Leroy' cock was huge, and Jeff shivered and watched as the cock moved as Leroy stroked the big organ. Surely, Jeff thought, it would be impossible for that cock to fit up his tight little ass. "Yeah, white boy that is all for you" Leroy snorted as he fondled his dick. "You did say white boy that you wanted to live and you be willing to do anything, if we didn't kill you. Well I reckon we can let you live. But ya' got to help us. Help us celebrate our escape from prison. Open your mouth and pleasure me, and let me see how much you want to live. You suck real good boy. You kiss my dick and you show me how much you value your life by sucking down my manly seed, and I think we can let ya' live to see tomorrow. Now open wide boy!" Jeff, staring at the huge black cock, the first black cock he had ever seen, heard Leroy's words, but the demand seemed impossible. With tears rolling down his checks, Jeff begged. "No, No, please, anything but that." Looking around the room for mercy, he saw the other two men undressing, and he noted their big black dicks sticking out from their waist. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't do this he pleaded and begged. Enjoying the sight of the white boy sobbing on the bed, Alton, who was a sadistic pimp and killer who had been convicted of murdering a prostitute for failing to earn enough money, pulled his belt off his jeans. "Shit Leroy, ya' offer this here boy a chance to live and he won't even suck ya' dick. Well, let me teach this honky some respect and gratitude. Reaching down, he grasped the underwear covering Jeff's virgin ass, and ripped the material in two. Throwing the underwear aside, Alton placed his hands over the globes of Jeff's upturned ass. Spreading the boy's ass checks he admired Jeff's small anal opening. Kneaded Jeff's ass he commented "Oh yeah, that's a fine ass you gots there boy." Feeling the hands caressing his butt checks, Jeff struggled against his bounds and begged for mercy. Alton, enjoying the feel of the boy's tight, muscular ass cheeks, kept on talking. "Hey man, when I was in the city, I would get these young white boys running away from home. Man I would break them in hard. Raping there little asses and make them drink my sperm for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every morning, I'd drown their throats in my piss before I rammed my cock, and then my hand, up their ass. Man, you should have heard how they screamed when I fisted their little ass holes. After I got them use to sitting their tight little asses on the end of my cock, and got them to enjoy the feel of my dick sticking down their throat, I'd have them begging for dick. Then I'd introduce them to heroin, and put `em out on the street selling their tight little bodies, while I raked in the money. Man, those old white men in their three-piece suits and BMW's would be paying good money to beat, torture and fuck some little lost white boy like this kid. Why those boys were stuck on the ends of men's cocks almost eight hours a night. The only down side was that after having load after load of sperm shot up and down their asses and throats they'd be used up in no time. It was bad for business because it didn't take too long before they got beat real bad or they got AIDS or some other fucked up disease. Then I'd have to get rid of them, either sell them to another pimp, or if they was likely to call the cops, make them have an accidental heroin overdose. But man, why they was healthy and good looking, like this kid, I'd be living the good life. These little white boys made even more money them those little white bitches I'd get." Releasing the boy's ass cheeks, Alton placed two of his fingers in his mouth, and then after wetting his fingers, spread Jeff's ass cheeks. Shoving his two fingers a inch up Jeff's ass, he laughed as the boy screamed and moved his hips up, involuntarily raising his ass to met the prodding digits. Moving his fingers around, Alton examined the crying boy's asshole. "Oh hey, that's fine brown eye." Alton said "Looks virgin too." Then without any concern for Jeff, he rammed his two fingers completely up the boy's rectum. Jeff bucked up and down as his virgin ass was torn open by the thrusting and wiggling fingers. "Oh god that hurts. Please stop! Please stop sir, please!" Jeff screamed as he bucked up and down, trying to force the fingers out of his asshole. Alton ignored Jeff's pleas and repeatedly shoved his fingers in and out of the boy's ass. "Yeap, look at this boy. Moving all about like my fingers are killing him. He's virgin alright. Wait until he gets one up the ass, then he'll really have something to scream about!" Pushing his hand as hard as he could, he made Jeff's hips rise up and down off the bed as the boy suffered through the cruel fingering. Over the pain, Jeff heard Bruce laugh cruelly and say, "He might be virgin now, but he won't but for long!" Pulling his fingers out the boy's ass, Alton jumped up on the bed, and grabbed a handful of Jeff's hair. Pulling the boy's head up by the hair, Alton pushed Jeff's face into Leroy's crotch. "White boy, my man said you could live, but ya' got to suck his cock. Now boy, ya' said you'd do anything. Anything means ya' open up that pretty white mouth of yours and pleasure my friend here." Slapping Jeff on the side of his head, Alton screamed "Open ya' mouth boy and suck my fingers clean that been up your stinky ass. Then once ya' get done, ya' can suck my main man's cock!" When Jeff shook his head in refusal, Alton pushed the boy's head down into the mattress and got off the bed. "You was warned boy!" Alton snarled. "Leroy you just hold your cock in front of that honky and I promise you he'll be sucking on you dick like he has been wanting to do it all his life." Then without any warning, Alton picked up his belt and raised it over his head. When the belt slammed onto Jeff's bare ass, Jeff's body arched, and his arms and legs pulled desperately against his bonds. Jeff's screams of terror and pain vibrated the bedroom windows. "Aggh, Oh, God no! Please No. Please stop, I will..." Before he could even finish his cry for mercy, Alton brought the belt back down, slamming the leather into the boy's succulent ripe flesh. Jeff's ass was on fire and throbbing in pain as Alton repeatedly brought the belt down across his ass cheeks. Each time Jeff's mind exploded with pain as the leather belt crashed into his body. The leather belt wrapped around to smash into his hips and sides, conforming to the shape of his waist. Jeff squirmed underneath Alton's lashes, screaming and begging for mercy as he tried to move his ass from side to side to avoid the stinging belt, and relieve the burning pain. But there was no getting away from the belt. Alton had whipped dozens of his prostitutes, both males and females, and he always enjoyed the sight of a white ass turning bright red from the kisses of a leather belt. Alton aimed carefully, and after several dozen powerful blows of his belt, the white boy's ass was glowing bright red. Seeing that the belting was starting to leave faint black and blue marks on the boy's whipped ass, Alton adjusted his blows. Still swinging the belt with all his might, Alton targeted the back of the boy's upper thighs. The young, naked boy thrashed in his bonds and begged for mercy as new areas of pain assaulted his mind. Alton, like a fine craftsman repeatedly whipped the boy, adjusting his blows to find new area's to torment. When the screaming boy's thighs grew red, Alton redirected the belt and brought the belt down onto the white boy's upper back. The belt smashing over his ribs and spine caused the boy to arch his back in pain. His screams, which had been growing weak as the boy became exhausted under the steady assault, suddenly returned to their original ear-shattering loudness. "Oh god please stop! He begged as he sobbed and tried to regain his breath. 'Please stop. I'll suck you. I'll do anything! Please just stop the hurting!" Ignoring the boy's cries, he brought the belt down to crash into the small of Jeff's lower back. The boy continued screaming and begging for mercy, as his body was viciously whipped and pelted by the leather belt. Growing tired and knowing that the boy's spirit had been crushed, Alton dropped the belt and climbed up on top of the crying boy. Running his hands up the boy's beaten back, he placed his cock between the boy's ass cheeks and straddled his ass. Grabbing a handful of the white boy's blond hair, he pulled back the crying boy's face, and raised it up to face Leroy's large cock. Smiling, Leroy moved his cock in front of the white boy's round lips, and said, "Open wide boy. You better lick me good, and I better not feel any of those pearly-white teethes of yours on my dick." Whimpering with pain and humiliation as he stared at the huge black cock only inches away from his nose, Jeff opened his mouth. Thrusting forward, Leroy moved his cock past Jeff's lips and felt his cock gliding over the white boy's hot wet tongue. Moaning with pleasure, Leroy filled Jeff's mouth with his big black cock. The thrill of the boy's wet tongue moving under his hard cock made Leroy shudder in pleasure. "Oh yeah, boy suck my dick." Wrapping his hands behind the white boy's head, Leroy grabbed a handful of the boy's hair. Getting a good solid grip the boy, he made sure that the boy would be unable to move his head, and so he would be powerless to stop his cock from ramming into the back of his mouth. Then without warning, he rammed his cock deep into the white boy's throat. Feeling the huge staff of black meat moving past his tonsils and into his throat, Jeff tried desperately to escape the huge cock stabbing into his throat. Gagging on the thick slab of meat, he had to fight his natural reaction to throw up as the rock-hard cock pounded past the back of his mouth, going deep into his throat. Unable to speak with his mouth so full of the black man's cock, he couldn't even scream in protest. The only sound heard beyond Leroy's grunts of pleasure were Jeff's muffled whimpers of protest and the bed springs moving as Jeff's body tried to push away and escape from the mattress. But there was no escaping from his spread-eagled position or anyway to stop the black man from brutally using his mouth and throat to pleasure his long black dick. Both Bruce and Alton watched transfixed as their partner used the white boy for his personal sexual satisfaction. They all laughed when, without warning, Leroy stopped moving his huge slab of cock meat in and out of the boy's throat. Leroy's balls rested on the white boy's chin as he kept his black log lodged in the back of the white boy's throat. Unable to breathe, Jeff squirmed on the bed, and desperately tried to turn his head to get the cock out of his air passage. Remembering the black man's threats though, Jeff kept his teeth off the black man's huge cock. The beating had taken all his pride and sense of strength away, and he knew he was powerless to stop the black man from blocking his airway. After waiting two full minutes and enjoying the sight of the boy's face grow red and then white from lack of oxygen, Leroy reluctantly pulled his cock completely out of the boy's throat and mouth. Watching the white boy gasp for air, Leroy rubbed his cock over the white boy's forehead and cheeks. Rubbing his cock over his nose, he could not help but admire the boy's feminine looking facial features, and his back and ass facing towards the ceiling. Noting that the boy's body was firm, with a nice muscle tone, yet lacking body hair on his back, ass, and legs, Leroy thought of how this boy would make a big hit in the prison block. Or he thought, as he placed his cock against the boy's lips, a big hit on the street pimping and pumping his tight little ass for some old white man's greenbacks. Yeah Leroy thought, Alton was right, this white boy could make a pimp rich selling his tight little ass and wet mouth to a bunch of rich white dudes. Wouldn't that be a historical twist of fate? A nigger selling a white boy into slavery. Hey, Leroy thought, we should sell this white boy into fucking slavery and make him a prostitute. But first Leroy thought he was going to get some personal revenge for the white judge and jury that sent him to prison. "Suck my nigger dick white boy. Suck me good!" Pushing his cock past the boy's red lips, Leroy felt his cock slide over the top of the boy's tongue. Pushing forward he stopped when the back of the boy's throat surrounded the head of his cock. Then moaning in pleasure, he rammed his hips forward, once again driving his cock back into the boy's face. Back and forth he moved his cock over the boy's tongue, power fucking his cock deep into the boy's throat. Only briefly stopping his assault every minute or so to let the boy catch his breath, Leroy used the boy's hot, wet mouth to satisfy his carnal lust. The sight of the boy's tears and his muffled cries only added to his sadistic pleasure. Listening to the crying boy, and watching Leroy's spit drenched cock sliding in and out of the white boy's pretty face was too much for Alton. He had moved off the white boy to get a better view of Leroy raping his face. After watching the cock moving back and forth between the boys lips, and enjoying the sight of the boys cheeks puffing in and out on Leroy's dick, Alton decided that it was time to try the boy on for himself. Walking back behind the white boy's spread- eagled legs, he quickly undressed. Dropping his clothes to the floor, he stroked his hardened cock before he grabbed the boy's red, beaten ass cheeks. Feeling the boy's tight ass meat, he squeezed his hands into the meaty globes. Pulling the boy's cheeks apart, Alton peered down at the boy's tiny virgin asshole. "Virgin ass" Alton thought. "Ain't had no virgin ass for a long time. I am going to split this crackers ass wide open. I can't wait to feel the heat of body squeezing my dick. Now let's get started." Licking three fingers on one hand, Leroy moved his fingers down to the boy's crinkled opening. Sticking the tip of his index finger into the boy's ass, Alton started sinking his finger deep into the boy's tight ass. The white boy, sucking on the cock lodged in his throat, groaned as he felt the new invasion of his body. Squirming and tightening his muscles he tried to dislodge the invading digit plowing up his ass. But he was powerless to stop the black man from ramming first one, then two, and finally three fingers into his ass. Alton thrust his fingers deep inside the boy's anal cavity, drawing a gasp from Jeff. Alton felt the tightness delightedly. Oh, it would be such fun opening this boy up! Noting the tight dry ass, Alton asked Bruce to look in the bathroom for any type of lubricant. Bruce quickly found a tube of KY jelly in Jeff's sister's bathroom articles, and he returned to hand the tube to Alton. Fingering the boy's ass, Alton watched Leroy thrusting his hips forward as he feed his cock in and out of the boy's face. Pounded in and out of the boy's mouth, Leroy held the back of Jeff's head in a death grip with his strong black hands. Leroy quickened his thrust, moving his cock over the boy's tongue and deep into the boy's wet mouth and throat. Grunting, Leroy shuddered as his body was racked by an orgasm and his cum exploded from the head of his cock. His cum shot into Jeff's open mouth. Jeff's throat and his mouth flooded with the hot, sticking cum of the big black man fucking his face. Gagging, he tried to avoid swallowing the salty cum filling his mouth. But Leroy held the boy's head firmly against his crotch as his cock shoot wave after wave of hot cum into the boy's throat. Jeff, disgusted by his first taste of man seed, could not dislodge the big prick shoved into his mouth, and had no other choice but to swallow the hot slime down. Finishing his climax, Leroy, slowly pulled his softening cock past Jeff's lips. Watching the head of his cock trailing a line of cum over Jeff's lips, Leroy slapped the boy on top of the head. "Ya' first mouthful of cum boy! You done good but you'll get better. You'll be getting plenty of practice sucking cock boy, you can bet on that. Now, you better lick my cum off ya' lips. Don't let any of my seed go to waste! Ya' better get use to that taste too white boy! Because from now on, you ain't nothing but a nigger's sperm receptacle. Yeah, white boy, you is going to be turned into a pin cushion for big black dicks" Slapping the boy on the side of the head again, he asked, "Ya understand me boy?" Grunting in pain from the slaps, and the intrusion of Alton's fingers deep in his ass, Jeff, breathing down a throat rubbed raw by Leroy's brutal throat rape, moaned "Yes Sir, I understand." He then darted his tongue between his lips, and licked the last of the man's slick sperm off of his lips. Then moving the sticky seed across his tongue, he moaned as he swallowed the black man's salty seed. Pulling his fingers from the white boy's ass, Alton spread KY Jelly on the boy's crinkled hole. Admiring how the boy's spirit was already broken, Alton smiled as he thought of all the fun he was going to have raping and torturing this young boy. By the time he got done with this white boy, the boy would be totally crushed, and if he let the boy live, the boy would be a whore to any man who wanted to fuck his ass or face. Ramming the lotion up the boy's tight ass with two fingers, Alton positioned himself behind the boy's upturned ass. Removing his fingers from the white boy's ass, he moved his hands over the boy's firm ass, and up the small of his back, exploring the boy's firm body. Moving his hands back down, he placed his hands onto the boy's waist, before he dropped his weigh down onto the helpless boy. Sticking out his tongue, he licked and kissed the back of the boy's neck as he moved his hips to position his cock right between the boy's baby smooth ass cheeks. Jeff groaned as the fingers spread the cold KY Jelly up his stretched ass. Suddenly, the fingers were gone, and Jeff felt the black man's hands move all over him. Then he felt the black man's weight on the bed as the man began to crawl over him. Suddenly Jeff felt the black man's hairy chest against his back, and then the man's body crushed him down into the mattress. Trying to adjust to the big man's crushing weight, Jeff shivered when he felt the black man's tongue move over his neck, and he then felt something hot, long and hard pressing between his butt checks. He moaned in terror as he felt the man's huge hot rod positioned between his ass cheeks. Swallowing with fear, Jeff felt the huge hot log pulse against his ass, and he knew that the huge pole of burning cock was going to be shoved up his ass. Crying with renewed energy and terror, Jeff begged the black man not to rape him. "Please sir, not that. Please, I will suck you. I'll do anything you want, but not that. I'm not gay. Your are too big! Please don't do that to me." Alton, enjoying the pleasure of total control, whispered in the ear of the tied captive lying spread-eagled before him. "But white boy I have to hurt you and I am going to fuck you. I am going to make you gay, boy." Then talking louder in a cruel voice, he taunted his rape victim. "I will do anything I want to you boy! You fucking worthless piece of white trash, I don't care what you want! And I know that you're going to do any fucking thing that I want, because if you don't I'll break your fucking neck. Now you little piece of shit, I am going to fuck that honky virgin ass of yours so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month. Why I is gonna turn you into one first class cock sucking, dick taking faggot." Rubbing his cock back and forth between Jeff's butt checks, he continued to torment Jeff. "Now I want you to scream real good for me when I ram my cock up your ass and make you my woman. And I want you to beg me to stop hurting you just like my people use to do when you honky- mother-fuckers use to beat us when we was slaves. Well white boy, I am going to get me personal revenge by plugging your white ass and making you my faggot bitch. If you don't want me to kill ya', you better be begging for me to fuck you while I shove my dick up your ass. Yeah white boy, gonna turn your ass into a pussy. You better move real good too white boy, because the only thing that's keeping you alive is your ability to pleasure my cock! Now get ready for it white boy, because here it COMES!" Without any other warning, Jeff felt Alton lift his upper body off his back, and the tip of Alton's cock move against the crinkled opening of his asshole. Then, the black man pushed his hot log forward with all his might. Jeff's asshole tightened with fear and pain as the cock tried to spear into his butt hole. Eager to fuck the white boy, Alton continued to push forward until the head of his lubricated nine-inch cock slid past Jeff's tight sphincter muscles. Jeff screamed in pain as the tip of the big, hot cock battered past his ass muscles and burned up into his tight ass. "Aggg shit, it hurts! Take it out!" Jeff screamed as his bowels and lower body was racked in pain. "It's too big. Ohh shit, it hurts. No more, no more! Please don't go so fast!" Jeff begged for mercy as he frantically pulled at his bonds and tried to move his ass away from the invading intruder. The tight restraints and mattress kept him trapped under the black man and there was no escape from the cock burning ferociously up his virgin ass. Feeling as if the end of a baseball bat had just been rammed up his butt, Jeff wiggled on the bed in pain and torment. His cock surrounded by Jeff's soft, tight ass, Alton relished the pleasure of the young boy's hot body. Laughing at the boy's frantic but unsuccessful attempts to avoid his assault, Alton dropped his weight down onto the young boy, and continued to press his cock into the boy's tight up turned ass. Then, readjusting himself, he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, and pushed his upper body off the hapless boy. All the while Alton slowly pushed his cock forward into Jeff's tight asshole. Alton sank three then four inches of his long, thick cock up the white boy's ass. Pushing his upper body completely off the white boy, he looked down at his cock. Marveling at the sight of the boy's ass swallowing his cock and the feel of the hot body wrapped around his cock, he admired the contrast of his dark black skin against the blonde boy's fair ass and pink, stretched asshole. Caressing the white boy's smooth ass cheeks that still glowed from the lashes of the belt, Alton sank another two inches of cock up the boy's anus. While Alton's cock moved deeper, the boy sobbed in horrific pain, and tears rolled down his face as six inches of black cock was shoved up his asshole. Moving his hands up Jeff's back, Alton stretched his body over Jeff's body, and covered the white boy under his massive black frame. Licking the boy's ears and running his tongue across the side of Jeff's face, Alton softly whispered into the white boys ear "You have all my cock up your ass, would you like me to pull my cock out of your ass now?" Crushed under the big man laying on top of him, Jeff quivered in pain. His lower body felt as if it was being ripped in half by a hot metal pole, and he could hardly breath under the big man's weight. Jeff begged his rapist to pull out. "Oh, take it out. Please take out!" he panted. With only six inches of his nine-inch cock up the boy's rump, Alton continued to tease the boy "Would you promise to suck my cock and lick your shit that got on my cock off if I pull out? Would you then suck my dick and swallow all my sperm if I pull out?" Racked by cramps in his lower stomach as the hot cock continued to move from side to side in his ass, Jeff begged for mercy. "Yes sir, I'll do anything, anything, please just take it out!" "I want to help you boy, but you have to tell me what you want. Tell me what you'll do for me if I take my cock out of your ass" Alton asked. "I'll suck your dick. I'll take you in my mouth and swallow your sperm. Please just take it out!" Jeff begged. "Well" Alton said, "Your asshole sure is dirty. Will you lick your shit off my cock before you swallow my sperm?" Then rotating his hips, he moved his massive cock around inside Jeff's tight ass causing the boy excruciating pain "Let me hear what you'll do for me white boy. Tell me how my dick is too big for your virgin ass and it hurts you so much that you want to suck my big nigger cock and lick your shit off my big beautiful cock. Tell me, how you love the feel of big nigger cock in your mouth. Yeah, you tell me how you want my big dick to rub across your tongue and how you want to eat my sperm. Tell me what a faggots you are, and how you dream of nigger dick filling your mouth with hot cum. Do it now boy or else!" Alton then cruelly moved his hips back and forth, stretching the boy's anus even more. "Aggh!!!" Jeff screamed. "Please I'll do anything, anything. Your big dick is too big for my virgin butt. Please take it out! I want to suck your big nigger cock and I want to lick the shit off your cock. I want to tongue your big nigger cock and taste your sperm! I love big nigger cock down my throat. I am a faggot, so please sir, let me suck your dick!" Placing his hands between Jeff's shoulder blades, Alton used his strong black arms to push his upper body off of Jeff's back. "Well white boy, since you said please, I'll take my cock out of your ass." Pulling his hips back, he removed all but the head of his cock out of the boy's tightly stretched ass. Jeff whimpered with pain as the big cock tore back out of his asshole. The cock moving back caused friction and more pain to his already skewered butt. Longing for the relief of the hot cock to leave his sore bottom, he begged Alton to finish taking the head of his cock out of his stretched asshole. "Please don't stop! Please take it out all the way out. Please take your cock out of my ass and let me suck your cock. Please!" Smiling sadistically at Bruce and Leroy who were quietly watching Alton tease and play with their unlucky victim, Alton lowered his hands to the boy's hips. "Ya' know what white boy. It isn't nice to call black people niggers! Why, you is some type of white boy. Here I was, going to do you some sort of favor and let you suck my cock instead of me tearing your asshole up with my big cock, and you go and call me nigger! Well white boy it ain't nice to call colored folks niggers and I am going to have to teach you some manners!" Jeff, realizing how he had been tricked, started crying "But you wanted me to say nigger! Please sir, I won't say it again! Please, I'll do anything, anything, please just let me suck your dick. Please don't fuck me! I will make you feel good, please just me..." "Whack!" Alton slapped Jeff in the back of the head, and told him "Shut up white boy. I know you'll do anything I want! And I told you it ain't nice to be saying nigger. Now I am going to nigger your ass. Yes sir, I am going to show you why so many white women likes us black men. Yep, we got big dicks and we can fuck for forever. Get ready for it white boy, here comes the fuck of your life!" Without any other warning, Alton grabbed Jeff's hips and rammed his cock forward. All nine inches of thick black cock slid into his ass. Jeff screamed and his body bucked and withered in pain as the powerfully built man brutally shoved all of the big cock deep into his virgin ass. "NOOO!" the ravished boy screamed. "It's killing me! Please God, it hurts, please stop!" "It hurts so bad! Please, Take it out!" "Please. No more!" Pulling back, Alton admired the heat of the boy's ass, and smiled at the thought of the virgin boy's blood on his cock. The boy's cries for mercy were music to his ears. Free from prison, he knew there were no guards around to spoil his fun, and the boy could make as much noise as wanted. This was going to be one of the best fucks he had in a long time, and just like old times, he was going to enjoy terrorizing his hapless victim. Pulling seven inches of his cock out of the boy's ass, he stopped and waited for the boy's cries of mercy to diminish. When the boy stopped begging for mercy, and when his sobs had quieted, Alton without warning, violently jammed all of his cock back into the boy's ass. The boy's bound body tightened as the cock invaded deep up into his body and his whimpering and screams for mercy again filled the room. As Alton rode on top of the boy, he enjoyed the pleasure of his balls slapping up against the boy's ass cheeks. Alton could feel the boy's ass muscles constricting, trying to adjust to the massive cock buried in his rear. As he fucked the boy's ass, Alton marveled in the heat squeezing and pleasuring his cock. Running his hands up over Jeff's back, Alton enjoyed the feel of the boy's thrashing young body as it tried to escape his cock. Ain't nothing like virgin boy butt to make a cock happy Alton thought. For Jeff, the experience was anything but pleasurable. "Please sir" Jeff begged. "Stop! Please don't hurt me anymore! I beg you to please stop. My ass is tore. Please, I beg of you, take it out! The pain is so bad!" "Shut up white boy! You'll take my cock, and before long you'll even like it. Hearing the boy sobbing for mercy, and hearing the boy's voice wracked with pain as he pleaded for mercy, Alton's enjoyed his rape of the boy's tight, hot ass. Placing his hands back on the boy's shoulders, Alton then began a brutal assault on the boy's anus. Holding his body tightly against the boy's back, he hammered his cock in and out of the boy's tight ass. Without let up, he power rammed his cock back and forth in the boy's ass with all his strength. Remembering the white whore who had testified against him in court to get him convicted of killing that fourteen year-old white female hooker who he had fucked to death with an ax handle, Alton plowed into the white boy with deep painful strokes of revenge. Unable to escape, and with his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears, Jeff could only lay there as the black man frantically moved his big cock in and out of Jeff's torn and bleeding ass. Buffeted by wave after wave of excruciating pain, Jeff was reduced to moaning as the big cock moved in and out of his ass. Every time, the black man raped his cock into Jeff's ass, Jeff would moan. As the cock moved back out of his abraded and torn ass chute, the white boy would grunt with pain. In and out Alton worked his cock, never once caring for the white boy that he had pinned to the bed. As the giant tool moved up the white boy's ass, the boy's pain increased, and his screams and moaning grew louder. The increased screams from the boy caused, Alton to laugh and he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. Alton could careless about the misery of the white boy he had pinned to the bed. White kids were for fucking, and this boy was going to get fucked good! As the giant tool moved back and forth, deep in his ass, the white boy's pain increased, and his moaning grew louder. The increased sounds of torment from the boy caused Alton to snicker as he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. As the boy withered in agony, lost in a sea of torment and humiliation, Alton began to pant with excitement. The boy as he withered in pain and tried to escape his rapist, was unintentionally tightened his ass muscles. The muscles caressing his cock felt so good to Alton, and the boy's struggles only added to the black man's pleasure as he drilled his cock in and out of the white boy's ass. Drenched in sweat, Alton felt his climax approaching. Alton, dug his hands into the boy's shoulders, and he hammered his cock forward, leaving it deep within the boy's ass. He suddenly raised his upper body off the boy, and gave out a mighty shout as his cock quivered and shot its seed deep into the teenager's tight ass. Alton's body shuddered in pleasure as his wad shot deep into Jeff's white ass. Alton collapsed on top of the moaning boy he had just fucked. Keeping his cock buried in the white boy's ravished hole, he felt his cock draining all of his sperm into the boy's rectum. Resting atop the spread-eagled boy, Alton regained his breath. Then slowly, he pushed his sweaty body off the boy, and pulled his softening cock out of the boy's ass. Removing his cock with a loud pop from the boy's ass, Alton smiled at the boy's ass hole. Alton had fucked the boy so hard and stretched his ass so wide, that the boy's sphincter muscle was unable to close all the way. His asshole was stretched wide open and Alton could see his sperm deep inside the boy's torn and bloody asshole. Not that his ass would be empty for very long. As soon as Alton stood out of the way, Bruce stepped up behind Jeff's spread ass. Slapping the boy's red ass cheeks, Bruce placed his cock against Jeff's already torn and battered hole, and placed his hands on the boy's hips. In one monstrous thrust, he buried his eight-inch dick deep into the crying boy ass. Not even giving the boy a chance to adjust to the wider cock now ravaging his hole, Bruce buried his cock to the balls. "Shit, that's fine pussy you got there boy!" he muttered as he moved his hips back, and totally removed his cock from the boy's tight ass. Then again he rammed his cock back into the boy's torn hole, moving his cock in out of the boy's ass. Jeff screamed with agony at the new assault viciously spearing his once virgin asshole. Climbing up onto the bed, with his cock still buried deep up the boy's ass, Bruce immediately clapped a hand over the youth's mouth. Then he began to jack hammer his penis into the boy's tight, near virginal buns. His body twisting from side to side with the pain of the wicked penetration, Jeff yelped into the hand covering his mouth. As the last few minutes filled his mind with pain, he continued to cry. He'd never been prepared for anything like this. He'd never dreamt he'd be used this way. The tears poured down his face as the cock slammed into his rectum, tearing the already battered delicate tissues of his bum hole. Bruce pumped excitedly into the tight ass of the boy. He'd had many men in prison, but very few who had just lost their virginity, and certainly none like this boy. His testicles slapped against the lower cheeks of Jeff's ass, as he thrusted faster and harder. Bruce pushed his left hand under Jeff, and caressed the boy's penis. Feeling the boy's balls and penis in his hand, spurred Bruce on to deeper, harder thrusts. He clutched the boy's balls in his left hand as his right hand clamped onto Jeff's shoulder, giving him leverage. He forced the entire length of his shaft up inside the boy as he squeezed the boy's balls, trying to crush the boy's testicles between his fingers. Jeff was crying out as his body shook in pain. It felt as if the black man was trying to rip his balls off his body. Bruce gave a triumphant shout, feeling the boy shaking in pain. He thrust again and again into Jeff, his cock now close to bursting with the cum boiling in his balls. He let go of Jeff's balls and, placing both hands back on the boy's shoulders, rammed fiercely, driving his dick in and out of Jeff' asshole. Within minutes both Bruce and Jeff were covered in sweat, as Bruce drove his cock in and out of the tight ass. Bruce's heavy breathing, and the repeated sounds of Bruce's balls and hips smacking against the boy's ass as the boy's hushed cries of torment and pain filling the room gave testimony to the hot sex occurring on the small bed. Quickening his pace, Bruce moaned as his felt his cum boiling in the depths of his scrotum. Grasping onto the boy's shoulders, his cock exploded deep within Jeff's ass. The cum filled the boy's anus and overflowed. Bruce strained against Jeff as the jolts of pleasure filled his body as his cum left his cock in spurts and gushes. Biting the back of the boy's neck, Bruce's body tightened in ecstasy as he enjoyed his climax. Jeff screamed as his neck was gnawed on, and the cum splattered deep into his already ravaged hole. Only when his cock was completely drained did Bruce pull out and step away from the boy. Leroy, hearing the fucking noises slacking off, walked back into the bedroom. Seeing the white boy's red ass sticking up, and cum running from his ravaged asshole, made Leroy's cock harden. Walking up behind the boy, he started stroking his hardening cock. "Bruce, while you was having your way with our little white friend here, Alton and I called my uncle at that pay phone by the bar on Nelson Street. My uncle says that since it is Sunday, it will take a while to get a truck, but he can still be here in three hours. He'll bring a delivery truck, and we can clean out this house, and then hides behind all the furniture. Ain't no police checkpoint gonna want to unload a packed moving truck. Once we get back to town, we'll all scatter and disappear while my uncle will hock the furniture and that will be his payoff for helping us out. Until then, why don't you and Alton continue to look around this place? I am sure you can find some good treasures. I already done found some guns and jewelry in the master bedroom. Check out the medicine cabinet too. I found a bottle of Viagra. I took some as soon as I finished fucking our new friend here. I figure that in about forty five minutes, when this Viagra kicks in, I'll be fucking his tight little ass for the next nine or ten hours." Then smiling from ear to ear, he laughed and said, "I found these too" as he held out his hand and showed off a large black ten inch dildo. Snickering he said "I guess this and the Viagra means this boy's momma likes a big hard dick." Turning his attention back to the Jeff, he poked Jeff's right ass cheek with the dildo. "Do you like big dick too, huh, boy? You like your momma? You like a big hard one shoved up your hole?" Jeff, dazed by the pain of his body, heard the man's question, but it seemed as if the man's voice was far away. His whipped ass, back and legs, combined with his bitten neck and ravaged asshole completely filled his mind with pain, almost making him senseless to his surroundings. But the boy knew better then to ignore his tormentors. Whimpering as he felt the hard plastic dick pressed into his ass checks he looked over his shoulder to look at the thick dildo. It was huge and he knew it would hurt being shoved up his abused ass. "I don't like being fucked. Please don't use that on me" he fearfully said. "Well white boy," Leroy laughed, "I guess if you don't like cock, you just ain't had enough. Let me see if I can change your mind." Jeff felt Leroy's hands drop down onto his ass cheeks and rest on his whipped ass flesh. Leroy's fingers opened and caressed Jeff's bruised, but soft skin. He smiled at how the boy's body shivered in fear at the mere touch of his hand on the boy's beaten flesh. The black man's hands slid back and forth, up the length of the young boy's ass crack and the small of his back. Leroy admired the contrast of his black hands against Jeff's white skin, as he lightly squeezed Jeff's warm flesh. Even the red belt marks on Jeff's skin paled compared to Leroy's big black hands kneading and caressing Jeff's white butt. His right hand, fingers together, slid up and down Jeff's ass crack, directly across the boy's battered asshole. The hole was stretched open, and Leroy could see cum deep in the boy's bowels, although some of the other men's seed was leaking from between his ass cheeks, and dripping down onto his shriveled balls. Sliding his hand down between Jeff's splayed thighs, Leroy pushed his hand under the boy to cup the boy's balls and cock. Feeling the boy's shriveled cock and balls, Leroy thought of how easy it would be to crush the boy's sex organs in his hands. He'd always wanted to castrate a man before, and this would be a great time to do it. But his throbbing cock, enlarged by Viagra, needed attention immediately. There would be plenty of time for torture later on. Removing his hands, he bent forward, dropping his body over Jeff, and then laid his full weight down onto the boy. Leroy pressed Jeff into the mattress, his heavy body squashing the boy's slender frame. Jeff felt the muscled chest pressing into his back and the man's hardening cock against his ass. He could feel the man's sweat dripping down onto his skin, and Jeff's nostrils were filled with the unpleasant smell of Leroy's bad breath and body odor. Leroy reached down and slid the length of his shaft downwards so it lay along the boy's ass crack. Then he softly rubbed himself against Jeff, his cock-knob sliding between the boy's butt checks. Leroy dry fucked his trapped victim for long moments, moving his shaft between the spread ass cheeks. Then he slid off the boy, and as he pushed away, Jeff wondered why the man wasn't fucking him, and he wondered why the man had pushed off his body. Then he felt the man's fingers at his butt-hole. A long, straight finger pushed against his sore hole, then dipped inside. Jeff felt wetness, slickness, and knew the oily substance was the same that they had used to lube his ass up earlier. Jeff felt the finger as it pushed into him, forcing it's way past his torn sphincter. The finger pulled out, and there was a pause, then it pushed against him again. Jeff whined softly, his fingers squeezing into his palms. Then Jeff felt Leroy move atop him again. The mattress was pushed down, and the bed moved, as Jeff felt the man positioning his body over his. Jeff again smelled the man's breath, and felt the man's sweaty, wet chest press into his back. This time though the man's cock moved past his ass checks, and Jeff felt the man's prick-head push against his rectal opening. Having overcome some of the shock of being raped, Jeff laid quietly as his mind cleared and his nerves became super sensitive, expecting another rape. Jeff felt the cock pushed against his ass. The cock was soft, and at the same time hard. It mashed against his small round opening, seeking entry. The hardness of the man's shaft was behind it and the weight of his body atop. The hard shaft slid into his body, slowly, very slowly, then as the knob passed his opening, the man suddenly thrust down hard. Jeff gasped and ground her teeth together as the prong stabbed into his anus, slicing down the length of his shit-tube as the strong black man sought to bury his organ deep within the tight sucking depths of Jeff's rectum. The big cock rammed deep into his ass. Jeff's muscles tightened and as the big cock pushed painfully against something deep within his body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jeff cried. "Ohhhh Goddddddd! It hurts. Go slow, Aggh god! Go SLOWWWW!" The cock was huge and Jeff felt split apart down there, again he felt torn and ripped as the fat cock forced it's way deeper into his anus. As before, his mind was assaulted by wave after wave of pain. Jeff again pulled helplessly at his bonds, but his legs remained wide open as another cock slid remorselessly into his body. Inch after inch of black cock slid into Jeff's asshole until the black man's fat balls pushed up between Jeff's buttocks. Jeff could hardly breath from the weight of the big man's body atop his. His uncontrollable screams and gasps of pain only made his struggles to fill his lungs with oxygen more difficult. Jeff closed his eyes and drew a shaky breath, trying to ride past the pain as the big man began to nuzzle his mouth against the nape of Jeff's neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled at the side of his throat, biting with sharp little nips that made Jeff yelp with pain as he closed his eyelids and prayed for escape from the parade of cocks that had been shoved into his body. Leroy began to fuck Jeff's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the boy's asshole as he reamed out his victim's anus. His fat cock slid back and forth in the tight warm opening, with no regard for the boy's pain. Leroy ground himself against Jeff, sliding his body from side to side, then upward along the boy's body, digging and twisting his prick within the white boy's anus. Jeff felt it high up inside him, felt it moving within his body, twisting within the tight tube encasing it. Leroy began a slow, grinding fuck, his belly rubbing against the boy as he humped his cock inside his victims' rectum. He began drawing the length of his prick-meat up out of the anus then, sliding it up out of the tight hole until only the head lay buried within. Then he threw his hips forward, dropping his weight back so his cock drove down into the boy once more. Air woofed out of Jeff's lungs as he felt the cock spear into him. He clenched his teeth tightly against the pain, and tears forced their way through his closed eyelids. Then Leroy began to fuck the boy's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the asshole as he reamed out the boy's anus. His fat cock slid up and down, moving back and forth inside the elastic tube, pumping, pumping and pumping. Jeff trembled, pulling nervelessly against her bonds again and again, feeling only that fat cock inside his rectum, churning faster and faster. As the black man's excitement mounted, the cock pounded down into Jeff's asshole, riding a slippery, gooey lining of blood, and the cum and lotion that had been forced up Jeff's ass. Leroy's cock moved faster and faster, pounding back and forth inside Jeff until the man finally gasped with pleasure and collapsed, his cum gurgling down into Jeff ass tube as he spent himself inside the boy's body. He lay atop Jeff for a short time, then rose and left. Thirty minutes later, Alton came into the room drinking a bottle of beer he had found in the refrigerator. Walking in front of Jeff, he pulled his head up. "Boy every one of us agrees that you is a good fuck." "Yes sir boy, you got a tight little ass, and from what Leroy is telling me, a talented tongue. Now boy if you behave, I'll untie you and take you into the bathroom, so you can relieve yourself, and take care of your personal business. We all took some of that Viagra your old man had in the medicine cabinet. So our little party is just getting started and I don't want you pissing all over yourself, or shitting on the end of my dick. But listen up boy, you try to fight me after I untie you, and I'll make that spanking you got earlier seem like child's play. And you try to escape boy, I'll make you wish your momma never would have spread her lily-white legs to give you birth. Yeah boy, it would be a bad thing if you force me to take that belt to your balls, or get one of your momma's kitchen knives and cut up that little prick of yours. You know boy, it'd be a real shame if you forced me to carve my initials on your ball sack. You understand me white boy." Jeff heard the evil black man's words and shivered in fear. He didn't want his dick or balls to be cut, and he didn't want to be whipped again. His ass, legs and back still stung from the bite of the belt earlier. Jeff would do what ever he had to do to avoid another whipping. Also, his bladder was full, feeling as if it was ready to explode, and he desperately wanted to get off the bed. Just as bad, his arms and legs ached from being stretched and pulled across the bed. But far more important, his asshole throbbed in pain, and he wanted to see if his butt hole had been torn. His ass felt as if he had been ripped wide-open back there. Even his throat throbbed in pain from Leroy's long cock strokes that had reached deep down into his neck. A piss and a glass of water would make Jeff feel better, and maybe his release from the bed would mean his rapes would end, or at least be delayed for a while. Jeff, clearing his throat, crocked "Yes sir, I understand. I won't give you any trouble. Please you don't have to hurt me no more." "Good boy" Alton said. "You is a quick learner." Untying the boy's legs, and then arms, he pulled the teenager off the bed and made him stand in front of him. The big black man standing before him dwarfed Jeff, and he shivered at the man's touch. Told to put his hands together, in front of his body, Jeff offered no resistance as Alton carefully tied his wrists together. Watching Alton tie the rope, Jeff recognized the piece of rope as the rope his father had stored in the garage. It was the same rope his father had used to build his tree swing on the big tree in the field next to his house. Jeff recalled all the happy times he and spent on that swing, never imagining that some of that rope would be used to bound his hands together so that he could be fucked and abused by other men. Tears rolled down Jeff's checks as Alton led him into the bathroom. Allowed to pee, Jeff sat down on the toilet and relieved himself. He then moved his fingers under his balls, running his fingers past his pubic hairs which were wet and sticky from the black men's spent cum. As Jeff carefully pressed a finger into his swollen sore anus, he found his ass battered, and slightly bleeding. His fingers became covered in cum, as he continued to examine his rectum. He could tell his ass was not badly damaged though, and he was relieved that he was not bleeding badly, or completely ripped and torn open. Alton stayed in the bathroom with Jeff, but gave him privacy. Alton was about to practice some of the things he had learned while he had been pimping in the city. Although he had spent years behind bars, the memories of how to break in a young boy into gay sex was still strong in his memory. Alton knew that it was easy to rape a boy. But it was another thing to rape a boy, and then make the boy cum so hard that he begs to be fucked. Alton knew that he had the skill to turn Jeff into a dick-sucking faggot who would crave having his ass pounded by a big cock. Alton was going to teach Jeff how to take cock, and learn to love it.
- 55 replies
-
- 25
-
-
-
-
- big dick
- black guys
- (and 7 more)
-
Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."
- 22 replies
-
- 31
-
-
-
-
I will never forget the day that I doomed humanity. It started like any other day. I was on my way to work and like usual I stopped off at my local coffee bar and got myself a Cafe Mocha to go. As I was exiting a man came up to me and asked if I could give him a lift to the hospital. His wife had gone in to labor and he was on his way to join her for the birth of their first baby when his car broke down. I was somewhat in a hurry myself to get to work, but I just couldn't leave him there. I looked around to see if maybe there was a cab but no such luck. I looked him up and down and he looked ok. I mean he was in a nice suit and looked like a decent human being. So, I said sure. As I pulled away from the curb and back in to traffic he grabbed my wrist. I felt hot and kind of light headed, yet somehow I managed to keep driving. He told me to turn right at the next light. Try as I might I couldn't disobey him. I turned right. We drove down Marshall Ave. a few blocks and then he told me to turn left on Harbor St. Again, I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice. I turned left. After another few blocks he told me to pull over. We were in the old part of town that was mostly warehouses and old storefronts that were no longer in use. I stopped in front of this big warehouse. He told me to get out and I did. Never once did he let go of my wrist. I was still hot and dizzy, yet able to stand and walk. He got out on my side of the car and led me to a door in the side of the warehouse. After closing the door, we walked in to the warehouse a good ways. There on the floor was and old mattress. Suddenly his hand started to glow and I got incredibly hot, the room started spinning, blackness engulfed me. That was the last thing I remember until I woke. When I came too I found myself lying naked on the mattress. It was cool and I began to shiver. I wanted to get up but I couldn't. I couldn't move my arms or legs, yet they weren't bound. Then I saw him. He was standing there naked. He was a good 6" 2" tall and must have weighed 190 or so pounds. He had brown hair, green eyes and no hair on his body whatsoever. His cock was quite impressive as well; limp it was 9" long and a good 2" thick. He started walking closer. I found I could talk. I asked what he wanted. He said he wanted my body. I thought great I have been kidnapped by a fag that was probably going to rape me and then kill me. This freaked me out. I had only had sex once and that was with my girlfriend. I had never thought or ever dreamed about having sex with another man. Slowly he moved closer. He kneeled down on the mattress and crawled over to me. In no time he was straddling me. He bent down like he was going to kiss me. He opened his mouth and out whipped this long tongue. It must have been a good 20 inches long. It was all over my face and chest. I started to freak out, but I still couldn't move. What the hell was this guy? Humans don't have tongues like that. The tongue retreated back in to his mouth. He then brought his lips to mine and we kissed. It was a strange thing. His lips were very warm and moist and it was a tender loving kiss. Then he opened his mouth wider and covered not only my mouth by my nose as well. I started becoming light headed. I couldn't breath. Just as I was about to pass out I strange smell and taste filled my nose, mouth and lungs. The coming blackness receded and my mind cleared. Somehow he was breathing for me. Each time he inhaled I exhaled. Each time he exhaled I inhaled. Along with oxygen there was something else. It was a strange taste and smell one I thought I had smelled and tasted before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The more I breathed in the stranger I began to feel. Over the next few minutes, I got hotter and my body started to go numb, I thought for sure he was poisoning me and I was going to die. My cock started getting hard and precum started oozing from my piss slit. Slowly he uncovered my mouth and nose and moved down to my crotch. He started sniffing my cock and balls all the time he was growling, my god I thought through the fog and numbness in my body and head he is in heat or something. Slowly he opened his mouth and that god-awful tongue came out. It flicked at my piss slit lapping up my precum. Then it started working its way down my piss hole. God the pain, it was like a red hot poker sliding in to my cock cooking it from the inside. Deeper and deeper his tongue went. The deeper he went the more pain I felt. I didn't know how long I would be able to take it before I passed out. Always on the verge of passing out, yet never able to, slowly his tongue burrowed ever deeper in to my cock. I could feel it worming around inside of me. I began to panic more, but still I couldn't move. My arms and my legs just wouldn't respond to what I wanted to do. I was yelling at them with my mind, but they wouldn't listen. It took him a good five minutes to work half of his tongue in to my cock. He paused for a minute and looked up at me. Then he continued on. Slowly deeper and deeper he went, the pain grew worse with every centimeter, and then there was sharp pain in my balls. Then a fire spread throughout them. My god his tongue was in my nuts. I began to shake the pain was so bad. All the time I could feel his tongue moving around inside me. By this time he had his lips to my cock head. He opened his mouth and kept right on working down my shaft. In less than a minute he had his tongue all the way in me, the end of his tongue buried in my nuts, my cock was now lodged down his throat. Slowly he began to suck. The pain was slowly replaced with an intense pleasure. It was a cross of needing to pee, coming and a dull pain in my balls. The intensity built, I could tell I was going to shoot, but how. Then an intense orgasm moved through my balls, up my cock and in to his mouth. I was coming, but his tongue was acting like a straw. As he siphoned the come from my balls and intense fire spread from my cock to my nuts. He was filling them up with something. My balls began to grow heavy and sag in their sack. Between the seemingly never-ending orgasm, the now dull pain and the drugging I couldn't stop shaking. Slowly my balls filled with his alien juice, the more he pumped in the larger they grew, the heavier they became and the lower the hung. I was so wrapped up in the feelings I was having, both the good and the bad that I didn't notice him raise his hand to my neck or the thin needle like talon sticking out. In one quick thrust the talon sunk in to my neck. I never felt a thing. Blackness fogged my vision; my last thought before slipping in to unconsciousness was the end is here. My life is over. Thank god! I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke my balls burned and I felt nauseous. I tried to look down and see what he had done to my cock and balls, but I still couldn't move. It was then that he came in to sight. He was still naked; he walked over to me and kneeled down on the mattress. He put he hand on my forehead. "I am sorry my pet for the pain, but it was necessary. If I hadn't anesthetized you before hand the pain would have been far worse. You are running a fewer now, but it should break soon." "What did you do to me?" "Oh, my pet I did something wonderful to you. From now on every time you come, you will shoot my alien seed. My seed will transform anyone you have sex with. It will change them like I changed you. Then your world will be ours!" "Why? If you had to do all of this to me how can changing others to be like be so easy for me?" "Simple my pet, my seed that you will spread has now been adapted to human physiology. Now it can transform you species with ease. Until I changed you my seed would have been ineffective if I had just spewed in your ass. But, now it can transform humans simply by being introduced in to their body. For males it will alter their testicles, for women it will alter their ovaries." "You have one problem, you alien piece of shit. There is no way I would fuck anyone now!" "Now, now my pet, soon you will change you mind. When I am done with you, you won't be able to plant enough seed. You will be like that man from one of your fables, the one that planted apple seeds." "Johnny Apple Seed?" "Yes, that is the one. You will be like a horny demented Johnny Apple Seed. Except instead of planting apples you will be planting the end of your species as you know them." "Fuck you, FUCK YOU! You son of bitch! FUCK YOU!" "No my pet, fuck you!" With a low growl he slowly began to raise my legs up to my shoulders. I could feel him position his cock against my hole, then I felt him shudder and a burning sensation spread over my asshole and asscrack. A gland on his cock had just sprayed a lubricant all over my asshole. Slowly he pressed his cock in to my hole. Every few seconds I felt him shudder and more of his lube was released coating my insides making it easier for him to penetrate my tight virgin opening. In just a few seconds he was balls deep in me. I tried to get away, but still I couldn't move. I was at his mercy and he was going to fuck me. He leaned down and once again covered my nose and mouth with his mouth. Again, my lungs filled with his anesthetizing gas, but this time it was different. I became hot and light headed. His cock was starting to feel good inside me, really good. In minutes I was filled with so much lust that I would have rode a fence post, splinters and all. At first he didn't move. Our eyes locked on one another, I became lost in his green eyes. It was like I was in another world. Slowly he pulled out and then pushed back in. With each thrust of his powerful cock my mind soared higher. In and out he pumped his massive cock. Every few seconds more lube was released. My hole was so warm and slick with his goo it was like sliding on ice, his now massive 14" cock was burrowing deep in to my guts with each inward thrust, sending me higher and higher. He began to grunt and pound my ass harder. I could feel ever vein in his monstrous cock as it massaged my rectum. My mind screamed no by my ass, cock and balls screamed more, more, more. Between the gas and his cock sliding in and out of my guts I thought I was going to die from pleasure. Then with one final plunge he began to shudder, and then warmth filled my belly as his seed gushed in to my guts. He just lay on top of me with his cock buried balls deep in to me spewing his alien seed.. His balls rested against my ass crack and I could feel them contract and expand with each gush of alien cream. First a minute passed and still he came, then five minutes passed and still he kept coming. Then ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed and still more alien spew filled my guts. I could feel my belly grow and harden as I received an alien come enema. As he spewed his seed in to me I drowned in his green eyes. Slowly the hate I felt for him was replaced with love and a desire to please him. Finally after I don't know how long he pulled out. He moved my legs back down on to the mattress, I could see my belly it was hard and extremely extended. He moved up by my head and lovely caressed my cheek. "When your body is done absorbing my seed, you will be ours. You will go free to spread our seed to your people. Within a year the human race as you know it will be no more." I wanted to cry, but just couldn't get upset enough to do it. I know I should be upset at what was happening, what had happened and what I was going to do. But, somehow it seemed like the best thing that ever happened to me. As I lay there on the mattress over the next few ours my body absorbed the alien come in my belly. Slowly my belly reduced in size, the smaller it became the hornier I grew. The more I wanted to fuck and the more in love with my alien captor I became. After three hours my belly was back to normal, I was his and had one thing on my mind. To spread his - our seed, to change all of man kind, to please my master, my alien master and captor, he moved over next to me and lay down. He waved his hand over my body and with that I could move. I moved over next to him and nestled my head in his chest. Soon we were both asleep. The invasion of Earth could wait until morning. The next morning I woke up to find him still asleep next to me, for the first time in my life I had a morning hardon. I began rubbing my hands over his body and slowly moved my way to his ass cheeks. They were so firm, round, and perfect I moved them apart and slowly inserted my hard cock in to his hole. It was like it knew what I wanted and it opened to allow me easy entrance. I felt a strange feeling in my cock and then a wonderful tingling in my cock head. I knew then that I had just sprayed my first bit of alien lube. With his hole now slick and open to me I had no trouble sinking my cock in to him. I heard him sigh and I did too. Over the next 15 minutes I pumped in and out of his ass. With the constant release of lube his hole was super slick and my cock moved in and out of him like it was how it was meant to be. It felt so right, I was so in love I would do anything for him. I would kill myself if it made him happy. With one final thrust, my nuts released their now alien seed. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before, my orgasm wasn't just in my cock and balls it traveled up my spine and to my brain. I screamed out in ecstasy as my cock continued to spew in my alien lover's hole. When it was done I pulled out of him and wrapped my arms around him and started suckling on his nipples for my morning breakfast. After eating I got dressed and set out in to the city looking for other humans. It took less than a year and the entire population of Earth was transformed. Humans no longer bred among themselves instead they waited for the arrival of our alien masters. Then we would begin breeding. After my job was finished I returned to my alien lover. We left Earth soon after the arrival of his - our people. Our job - to go forth in the galaxy, find new worlds to transform. But, that is another story.
- 6 replies
-
- 9
-
-
-
-
- big dick
- power and control
- (and 3 more)
-
Stepping off the bus at Port Authority at one in the morning, the scared young runaway never felt so alone in his young life. It was the first time away from home. The city garishly lit up looked so different than the green quiet suburbs left behind. Needing a place to crash, nervously he calls Marc's friend Big John but there is no answer. Within minutes the gritty reality of city life envelopes. Walking down 42nd Street, the dealers and the whores approach but he has neither the interest nor the money to buy anything they are selling. Feeling so afraid and unsure, golly would he love to take the next bus back home but he can't. Gosh, what a nightmare. He did not look like the type of kid you would expect to see walking the city's streets. Pretty, almost too pretty, with brownish hair parted in the center, and small at 5 feet tall and only a hundred pounds. Finding an Sbarro's Italian restaurant, Curt orders a slice and a Mountain Dew. Paying for the food, his wallet is left absent mindly left on the tray. Needing privacy he heads toward the back. After finding a suitable table he sits and munches on the slice. Curt feels the piercing stare from an old creepy geezer sitting just a couple tables away. Suddenly Curt realizes the guy is playing with himself. Grossed out Curt grabs his bags and moves to another section, foolishly leaving his wallet behind. By the time he realizes it is too late, two Spanish kids snatch the wallet and run out into the night. He is pissed off. Inside his wallet was Big John's phone number. Now he will never be able to contact him. With no money and no place to sleep the fuming boy, grabs his bag and walks into the night leaving the slice behind. With each step up and down Broadway, 7th and 8th Avenue, 42nd and 43rd Streets, the boy puts even more miles between him and that comfortable home he left behind. Young, the boy must fend for himself. His roots are burned completely behind him. More whores and dealers approach him. Occasionally a pimp tries to entice him. And dirty old men keep trying to talk to him. It angers him that everybody is approaching him while he wants to be left alone. Tired he needs a place to shower and sleep, a place to think over his next move. Outside a dive bar, an older smiling Pakistani male says hello. Curt worn out from walking, figures that maybe this man can help him. They talk for a few minutes. The man asks, "Why are out alone on the streets. It is very dangerous for a very pretty boy like you." Curt admits, "I am a runaway, my stepfather was abusing me so I came up to NYC to find a friend of a friend. Hey man, can you help me out a little. I haven't had anything to eat all day except part of a slice of pizza." "I am so sorry I am flat broke but I have a friend who pays good money for good-looking models like you." Knowing already the answer Curt still asks, "What kind of modeling?" "Nude of course, but there will be no kinky stuff. All you have to do is masturbate as you are photographed." Curt reluctantly agrees, even though he already posed nude for Marc he hates the idea of being photographed naked. With no other options he agrees and walks several blocks with the man to a spice store. Once inside they walk to a back room where two other Pakistanis greet him. After some swift negotiating they strike an agreement. Curt will get sixty dollars for letting them take pictures of him masturbating. The three men take Curt to a dreary wood panel room, telling him to strip. As he does, the cameras start photographing. He is then told to lie on his back on a long wooden table and start jerking off. As he starts stroking, he hears the sound of the men dropping their pants. Alarmed he tells the guys that he hadn't agreed to have any sex with them. They assure him that they don't plan to but they were going to masturbate as they watch and photograph. Relieved, Curt as he strokes his dick, closes his eyes and thinks of loving Marc. In a few minutes he shoots a decent load on his tummy. As he finishes cumming, someone shoots their load over his mouth, nose and eyes. Jolted Curt tries to sit up, but the men hold him down and make him watch as they masturbate. Finally the second man's cock pops a load all over Curt's chest. Rubbing the cum into the boy's body the third man also shoots his load on Curt's face. Still they won't let him up until the first man gets off a second shot With their cameras flashing, the man again shoots, this time landing on Curt's legs and feet. Finally let go, one of them hands Curt a wet towel to wipe their spooge off. After rubbing as hard as he can to get the vile crap off, Curt dresses. Ready to go, he asks for his pay. One of them hand him a ten-dollar bill and orders him out. Curt angrily demands the remaining fifty. the first guy pulls out a gun and says, "Go now." Feeling he was used and betrayed he quietly leaves, holding back his frustration. Now back on the street he walks for a while, finally stopping at a subway shop for a desperately needed meal. With no other apparent options, nervously the boy ventures down an alleyway looking for a suitable cardboard box for catching a few Zs. After selecting one, he huddles inside a cardboard box for some well-deserved sleep using his bag as a pillow. About an hour later a commotion awakens him. Peering out of the box, he sees a well-dressed businessman surrounded by a gang of Puerto Rican thugs. The man is drunk and refuses to turn over his wallet. Angrily he pushes one of the thugs asides and tries to escape. Curt screams as the knife stabs the man. As the man falls mortally wounded, the thugs realize Curt is a witness and run towards him. Seeing the danger, he quickly runs out of the alley. Luckily the boy's scream brings an inquisitive squad car down the alley. The thugs take off in the other direction. As the screaming flashing lights pour into the alley, Curt quickly blends into the night. He decides not to go back for his bag, knowing if he did the cops will question him and then place him in a detention center. Fearing that the thugs are probably still looking for him, he decides to accept whatever is the next opportunity. He can't be caught by the cops and certainly not by the thugs. By now his wandering brings him to the water fountains in front of Rockefeller Center. The boy sits down on the cool marble wall; while an occasional wind drifted mist of water gently plays with him. Finally the horror of it overtakes him. He begins to cry. Why did his stepfather have to catch him making out with Marc? Why did they have to steal his wallet? Why did he have to leave his bag and why did he have to witness a murder? How is he ever going to hide from those thugs? He barely feels the presence of another person sitting nest to him. Finally a gentle voice says, "Hi, you will be all right. Things will work out. Please stop crying." Through his teary eyes, he looks and sees a handsome blonde haired boy no more than a few years older. Curt says, "Man, you don't know half the shit I am in. I am really fucked." The blonde introduces himself "I am Jon, I ran away too. It seems real scary at first and everybody rips you off but eventually you get on top. So why did you leave at home. You don't look like a druggie." "Hi, I am Curt. No, I am not a druggie. I never did anything more than a little weed. I just got in a fight with my step dad and he was going to send me a military school. I bolted instead." "That happened to me too. My step-dad found out I was queer and I fled into the night. Now I am a rent boy, serving fat ugly Johns who luckily pay me lots of money for the chance to suck or fuck me. So are you gay too? Curt admits he is queer. For the next hour the two boys talk about everything. Curt reveals his life in depth even talking about Marc. Finally Jon asks Curt if he wants to crash at a safe place. He promises no sex, just sleep. A weary Curt readily agrees. Lost in the big Apple, Curt has no idea where they are headed. But when they walk down cobbled streets and deserted piers and warehouses, he feels uncomfortable. At a small building, almost crunched in between two larger ones, they pause at a faded blue door. A series of sequenced knocks opens the door. Greeting them is Luther, an aged hippie biker, in leather chaps and smoking a cigar. He signals for Curt to come on in. As the biker bolts the door behind, Curt realizes Jon never entered. Knowing he was just betrayed, Curt tries to push his way out but the beefy biker grabs him in a bear hug, carrying the screaming boy down a flight of steps then throws him into a room. "Hey kid, calm down, nobody ain't gonna hurt you - yet. Trust me." He laughs. The biker slams the black steel door locking Curt in. Looking around, poor Curt is horrified. The windowless basement room is filthy. The floor's black and white tiles are littered with old newspapers, McDonald cups and boxes. The only furniture is a steel framed bed, with a yellowed mattress. Off to the side is a cubbyhole of a bathroom, the stench of old piss and vomit is over powering. Only the toilet works. Then the light is turned off, with the room black Curt sobs himself to sleep. Countless hours later he is woken by a group of three men. Two are muscular white guys in their late twenties, one is bald, and the other wears his blonde hair real short. The third is a black male in his late thirties looks a weight lifter. The guys are dressed real kinky in leathers pants and chest harnesses. Their outfits are adorned with chains. "Hey kid, come with us." The bald guy demands. Curt, barely awake screams, "Fuck no. Now let me out of here." His insolence earns him three powerful slaps right across the face by the bald guy. The black guy yanks him up by the arm and leads him out of the room. The two other guys walk behind as if they were guards. Up two flights of steps, as they pause outside a thick white wooden door, Curt is just moments from Hell. The black guy shouts "Are you guys ready for us?" "In about two minutes, we will let you know when it is all set up. You might as well put your masks on." Curt can't make sense out of what is about to happen. He can't understand why they are wearing masks. Panicking, he fears he is about to be murdered. Sobbing he begs the guys to let him go, to let him live. They say nothing because they want the boy scared as all can be. Terror sells. Frightened Curt promises me to do anything they want if only they let him escape. Instead the door is suddenly opened and they are bathed in an intense stream of light from several photographers' lamps. Curt looks into the room. It appears to be some sort of theater designed for a ritual or sacrifice. In the center of the room is a wooden platform topped with a blue foam gym mat. A series of rings are bolted to the two sides. Lying on the floor to one side of the platform is ropes, whips, various dildoes and leather stuff unfamiliar to Curt. On the other side of the platform he sees a nude boy and girl, gagged and bound at their hands and feet. Dried blood appears caked around their genitals. Their bodies are littered with harsh red marks as if they had been whipped. Both kids are crying. The back of the room is sloped towards the platform. It is set up much like a movie theater, complete with cushioned seats. Sitting in these seats is a cheering group of hundred or so older guys wearing tuxedos. Bolted on the ceilings he spots three remote control cameras, the cameraman is sitting at the monitors off to the side. As the guys push him in, he fights back, swinging arms and flailing legs. But the strength of the men is too much and the struggling boy is quickly pushed to the center of the room. For the next ten minutes the guys delight in a game of catch the boy, tossing him from one man to the next. And in the process each winner gets to pull a garment off. Horrified and hurting, Curt is embarrassed being striped in front of an audience. He tries to cover his genitals from the cameras' lecherous eyes. Then the guys drag him onto the platform, throwing him on his belly. The muscular black sits on the boy's back, while the others tie him to the rings. They grab Curt's left foot, then the right foot and tie them down. Curt flails his arms so wildly and they aren't able to catch them. Pissed the black guys punches Curt in the small of his back. For minutes the pain is so intense, Curt can't move or say anything. The cameras tape Curt's torment and shrieks. With the boy quieting down, the men strip off some of their leather gear and grab some whips. Absorbed in his pain and humiliation Curt does not notice that the men are now standing behind him. Suddenly he hears the whoosh sound as the whip cruelly lands on his ass. Then again and again it strikes. Some strike his legs, arms and back. The crowd goes electric. Curt struggles and screams from the intense agony. Eventually they let the crying boy calm down. Then the black biker strips off his remaining gear, exposing his rock hard cock, far larger than anything Curt has ever seen in the showers at school. Ordering the boy to suck and not bite, he forces his cock in Curt's mouth. Fearing more whippings, Curt tries his hardest to accommodate but the dick is too large. Frustrated the black guy pulls his dick out and masturbates onto the boy's face, shooting juices over the kid's eyes, hair, and lips. The crowd cheers. Next, the blonde biker shoves his dick in Curt's mouth. It is smaller and a frightened Curt sucks it like a newborn with a tit. Quickly the biker screams "I am cumming" and then a load of cum fills his throat. As Curt tries to spit the juices out of his mouth, the crowd laughs. The third biker, from the rear spreads the boy's cheeks his cheeks and fingers his nether region, Curt realizes he is about to be fucked like a whore bitch. With each finger going in and out of his tight butt, Curt begs him to stop. The man laughs and continues to jab. He announces to the crowd that the boy is too tight and he must use a tiny dab of Vaseline. They groan. Curt braces himself for what he knows is going to be hellish. He ignores the man's suggestion to relax. Instead he angrily clenches his cheeks together as the man lies on top of him. He feels the guy's cockhead trying to enter his hole but he resists with all his might. Without warning, with lit cigars the two other guys burn the soles of his feet. That moment's distraction is enough so Curt involuntarily loosens up and the biker's cockhead is just able to slip in a little bit. Time and time again the men singe his soles, making Curt loosen up allowing the intruding cockhead to slowly slide into his rectum. Curt is shaken from the pain and humiliation. His ass is on fire. It feels like it is about to burst. Vainly the boy tries to escape but he is too tightly bounded to the rings. Finally the man announces he is all the way in. The crowd wonders was the boy a virgin. Proudly the man withdraws his cock, claiming the blood covering it is proof. Thinking the guy is done, Curt is relieved to have the cock out. But the man lies on top of him again. And ignores the terrified boy's resistance as he again enters the tight rectum. As the man pushes all the way in, the boy fears he is going to be crushed. With his dick firmly impaled deep inside the boy, the man's tongue ravishes the innocent boy's face, neck and armpits. For at least twenty minutes the man roughly fucks the boy to an almost climax then he pauses and begins to roughly fuck him again. His fingers explore the crying boy everywhere. Through this degradation Curt realizes tonight to this crowd he is nothing anymore but a fuckhole, nothing more than a cum rag. The crowd is going wild. This fuck spectacle is fantastic. To them, Curt's humiliation was so excitedly beautiful. The look on his face, moaning and tears pouring as the man rode him was well worth the fee. Somebody started passing around jars. Many of the men excited by this spectacle fill it a bit with their precious male juices. Finally the fuck sensations overtake and the man shoots a giant load all the way up Curt's butt. As he screamed out, the crowd went nuts. Curt is terrified from the feeling of the throbbing prick filling his ass. Finally the man withdraws from the cum drenched hole. Hoping that his agony is over Curt wants to be released from his bounds. Instead the black man lies on top of him and starts to fuck him. Curt's hole resists even blocks harder for this man's battering ram. It takes another series of cigar singes to get Curt to loosen up. Finally in, the man cries out "I am all the way in! Oh baby this bitch feels so good." Then the man humps the boy for fifteen minutes. By now Curt is reduced to tears as the man aggressively humps the boy. Finally the man climaxes a wild load. Curt again feels the spooge soaking all over his insides. To the cheering crowd the man invites the audience to inspect the boy's battered hole. After the crowd examines him, the blonde biker lies next to the boy. Lovingly the man explores the boy's body, his tongue gently bathing the boy. His fingers snake under the boy and massage his dick. A few strokes and Curt can't control himself. He screams as his cock flushes clean the boy semen from inside his balls. The man whispers in his ears, "You are so beautiful, I fucking love torturing you." Next the man's dives his face and tongue into the boy's. Kissing like French lovers, strangely the boy starts to enjoy this man. As they kiss, the man snakes his arms to the boy's ass and dick. With one hand, slowly his fingers play with the boy's ravaged hole. With the other hand he brings the kid's cock to life again. With another few stroke the boy cums again. Then the man slowly mounts Curt. Gently he enters and slowly his cock slips down. With a gentle steady pace, the man rides the boy. Curt shudders as this man screws him. With a scream the man shoots his load deep within. For a few more minutes he embraces and tongues the boy. Satisfied that he has broken the boy's spirit he slides off to the cheering crowd. Relieved, the boy is untied. So broken is he, when handed the jarful of cum, he opens his mouth wide as the MC pours in a mouthful and swallows it as told. Curt now lives to be shamed. The blonde biker whispers, "You did well, you did exactly as they want, you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise you. In an hour or so you can return to your room. They just want to look at you and play at little more. Just keep calm, the worse is over." Startled, Curt asks, "Will they murder me, please I don't want to die." "No, you are safe, I will protect you." Curt is ordered to lie on his back, and then the other tormented boy is also forced to lie on his back next to Curt. Then the girl is forced to lie on the other side of Curt. The arms of all three kids are bound to rings. One of the tuxedoed men dons a gold mask and speaks into the microphone. "For our closed circuit viewers, in a few minutes the festivities will be ending. We hoped you enjoyed tonight's triple feature including the deflowering of two boys. And most of you saw pretty Carla's deflowering last night. We ask you back tomorrow night to watch another night of The Fort's Theater Productions. On this star-studded weekend, we promise another triple feature show with at least one fresh young virgin deflowered. I promise you tomorrow's will be a dog of a show." Hearing those words, the crowd breaks out in a knowing laughter. As the photographer's lights shut down, the crowd gets up from their seats and the masks are all shucked. Like in a Fellini movie, four young teen boys nude except for studded leather dog collars roll in carts full of buffet food and champagne bottles. For the next hour or so, Curt and the two other remain bound to the platform as nothing more than a centerpiece for this party celebrating their rapes. Countless hands and fingers explore the kid's bodies. Too often a guest whips out his tool and shoots a load onto the kid's face or bodies. The three kids are a mess, covered with countless shots of jism from the hundred guests. Eventually the party breaks up, and Curt is brought back to his room. Humiliated, degraded and angry Curt screams his frustrations. Covered in his ravisher's dry cum he falls to sleep. He is nothing more than a cum rag that cries. During the night, he dreams of the blonde biker who said I love you and then disappeared. And twice his lust betrays himself in the form of wet dreams. He won't admit it but he rather liked his abuse. Curt now locked in that darkened room slept for many hours, trying to heal his body agonized from the torture and abuse. In his dreams, he is again with Marc, tenderly making love. They left him on dirty mattress wearing just tattered underwear. His sticky body stinks of stale cum and piss. Only a greasy pillow and a thick itchy blanket offer comfort. The concrete walls and floor make the room a prison of solitary confinement, a dungeon. After many hours, he finally awakens, and then tries to move but the pain is too formidable. There is too much body hurt from the whips, the burns and the repeated rapes. From lying still so long, his muscles stiffened, making it harder to move without torment. But eventually he must urinate. Slowly he slides to the mattress's edge and pisses at the floor. He wishes he had the strength to wash off all the dried spooge and piss. Worn out from the exertion, he continues to drift in and out of sleep. Eventually Curt can no longer sleep. His body feels better as if someone rubbed a healing salve over the wounds. And in the air is a hint of a medicine. Curious Curt wonders who tended him. Perhaps it could have been Jon or the blonde biker? Perplexed but grateful, he struggles to sit up. At first he can't find the coordination. His muscles ache from inactivity. Over the next hours he pulls himself upright, wincing at the pain from lying still for days. It is time to face facts. If escape were possible from this hellhole, where could he run? Since his wallet is lost, there is no way he can find Marc's friend. Going back home is not an option, not with his step dad planning to send him to a military camp "to cure those fag feelings." Nor are the streets of New York City an option. Either those thugs would find him or he would end up in the clutches of some other perverts. He already knows he is easy prey for pimps. He contemplates the words of the mysterious blonde biker: "You did well, you did exactly as they want, and you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise. You are safe, I will protect you." But was the protection just for the night or from all future harm? Tears rolls as the boy, hungry, thirsty and frightened he tries to survive in that darkened cell. Copyright 2002 by Kevin17.
-
Anonymous Breeding By The Hotel Concierge
rawTOP posted a topic in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION
I recently had to go to Cleveland, Ohio, on a business trip for several days. My company put me up in one the very expensive, downtown, hi-rise hotels. I was totally unfamiliar with the area, alone in my room, horny as always, and bored out of my mind. I decided to use the concierge service to try and find some "fun" gay bars within walking distance of the hotel. I called the concierge from my room, and asked if he could recommend any good gay leather bars, or BDSM oriented bath houses in the downtown area. This request definitely gave him pause, but he then replied "there's nothing within walking distance like that, but I might be interested". He asked what I liked, and I told him I liked to be tied to the bed naked, blindfolded, and used for sex. He said "ummmmm", I get off at 8:00, I'd be glad to stop by your room and see how you're doing. He knew my room number, and had a pass key, so I told him I'd be waiting. I always carried a few "toys" in my suitcase, and this time I was glad I did. I stripped naked, put on my tightest cock ring, got out a couple of neckties, a blindfold, a ball gag, a tube of KY jelly, a riding crop, and a rubber dildo, and a couple of condoms. I then proceeded to do a very thorough job of tying my hands together, and then to the headboard. It was nearly 8:00, and I was lying on my back, naked, blindfolded, tied to bed, and waiting. It seemed like an eternity, but eventually, I heard a knock at the door, and someone said "concierge". Nervously, I spoke out, "come in". I heard the door open, close, and footsteps walking around the bed. I prayed it was the right person. Next I felt fingers lightly tracing up the inside of my thigh, lightly tickle my taught scrotum, and then yank hard on my cock. Then two hands firmly rolled me onto my stomach, stroked my thigh some more, then proceeded to slap my ass until it had to be cherry red. Then he slowly traced my ass cheeks, asshole, and lower back with his fingertips. I was in heaven. Then I heard him stand, and undress slowly, enjoying his power over me. He then rolled me back onto my back, and climbed onto the bed with his knees astraddle my head. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head up off the bed, and shoved his cock into my mouth. It was already large, and growing fast. He was literally fucking my throat, slow and deep, and there was no way for me to escape it. He clearly enjoyed sliding his cock all the way down my throat, leaving it there, and watching me struggle to breath. Occasionally he would pull it out, and slap my face with it a few times, then shove it back down my throat. He must have been really enjoying my discomfort, because he was hard as granite. After a while, he started using his free hand to reach behind him and search for my nipples. He quickly found one, and started lightly pinching and pulling it, slightly increasing the pressure until the pain became so intense I was squirming like a beached trout. I tried to cry out, but was effectively gagged my the huge cock jammed in my throat. When he tired of this, he dismounted, and proceeded to strap a ball gag into my mouth. He stacked several pillows on the bed next to my stomach, then rolled my onto them. This basically left me on my knees and elbows, hands tied, legs spread, blindfolded, and gagged. He spent a long time tracing small circles around my asshole, and teasing and tugging on my balls. Soon I heard him opening up the KY jelly, and felt him slide a cool, lubed finger deeply up my ass. That felt sooooo goooood. He probed with one finger for a while, then inserted two, then three. Soon he started sliding the rubber dildo up my ass, deeper than I would have thought possible. Again and again, slowly sliding in and out of my growing asshole. He was really stretching my tight, muscular sphincter. I have a really tight, muscular ass, and it needs a lot of stretching. While he continued dildo fucking my ass, he used his other hand to yank hard on my rigid cock, squeezing & pulling, over & over. After several minutes of this, I felt him move to a kneeling position behind me. I could feel his hips moving up behind my ass, and feel his hands spreading my ass cheeks. I felt the swollen head of his raw dick probing for my stretched, greasy opening. Soon he found it, slid his hands around to the side of my hips, and firmly shoved that monster all the way in me. I could feel my tight sphincter tear a bit, desperately trying to accommodate his blood engorged cock. I was a bit worried 'cause the few guys I had let fuck me raw in the past were guys I knew well and trusted when they said they were neg - and here was this complete stranger fucking me raw and I had no idea if he was poz or neg... I had just assumed he would use the condoms I put out, but he wasn't using them. I just hoped he'd at least pull out when he came... He held himself deep inside me for a few moments, savoring my tightness. I could tell he was taking sadistic pleasure from the total control he had over me, and the anonymity of my not even knowing who he was. Soon he started slowly pumping his cock in and out of my ass, long, deep strokes. I could tell that I was nothing more than a piece of meet he was using to jack off into. Luckily, that's just the way I truly love to be used. His firm grip on my hips totally controlled the pace of his abuse. He slowly increased the tempo, slamming his hard cock into my ass, over and over. I could feel his balls slapping against my thighs with each successive plunge. After what seemed like an eternity, he reached a feverish, impassioned pace, slamming into my ass just as deep and fast as he could manage. Suddenly, he plunged in, stopped, and I could feel a shiver run through his entire body. He cried out with a incredibly loud, long, moaning groan, and started shooting squirt after squirt of hot cum deep inside me. I knew he hadn't used a condom, but there wasn't a damn thing thing I could do about it. He just held himself inside me, milking out every last drop of his hot cum. All I could do was hope he was neg... Then he just went limp, and leaned over onto my back. I could feel his cock slowly softening, and gently being drawn out of my wet, greasy hole. When he finally slid all the way out, I could feel the cum leaking from my ass and dribbling down my balls, scrotum, and inner thighs. He needed a moment or two to regroup. He was obviously totally satisfied, and physically spent. My ass hurt like it was on fire, but my cock was hard as a rock, just throbbing and waving about - apparently my dick didn't share my brain's concerns - it liked me getting bred by an anonymous top. He made no move at all to untie me, but eventually dressed himself. He walked up behind me, slapped me on the ass, and said "oh, by way, I'm not really the concierge, I was just covering the phone while she used the bathroom". He then loosened the knot on the headboard, enabling me to eventually free myself. But by the time I did that, he was long gone. I felt up my hole and found there was blood mixed in with the cum that was seeping out of my ass - he had fucked me pretty hard. If he was poz, I guess I was now as well. You'd think I would have been scare of what just happened, but I was so fucking horny that I immediately jerked myself off using his cum for lube. I shot a tremendous load, squirt after squirt. God I was hot. I guess I'll never know who he was or what he looked like. That's too bad, because he changed my life... It finally convinced me to become a professional male escort, doing bondage/rape sessions for whoever wants to pay my price. And yeah, I stopped worrying and just let guys bareback me if they wanted to. I've come to see that deep down I'm just a cumhole - it's not my place to say 'no' or ask questions... -
I had been browsing the Gay phone personal and chat numbers for a while and never really got up the nerve to hook up with anyone. I had left a couple of voice personals and had quite a response. One particular one interested me as it was from an older guy who loved giving massages. He left his number and I had been horny all weekend I decided to give it a try. I had only had sex with about two other guys prior and was still a bit hesitant as to hooking up. But the hormones got the best of me and I gave him a call. He seemed like a cool guy and his name was George. I went over to his house and he answered wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He led me up to a room that had the shades pulled down and soft music was playing. There was a massage table there and he informed me to take off my clothes and gave me a towel to put around my waist. I asked if that included my underwear? Having never had a remotely real massage, who knew? He told me only if I felt comfortable in doing so. Of course I stripped naked. When he began, he was great. He worked my legs last as he moved his hands higher and higher up my thigh. His hand would slightly rub against my balls as if accidental. He then told me to lie on my stomach and he worked the backs of my legs. He accidentally moved the towel, exposing my firm smooth ass. Rather than putting back over my ass, he waited to see how I would react and when I did not say anything, he began to massage my ass. He rubbed my ass cheeks and spread them with his thumbs. I had a monstrous hard on the whole time he touched my body! He would get close to my hole but never quite there as he teased me. He finally inserted a finger and it drove me nuts! He then rolled me over and jerked me off and I had an overpowering orgasm! He then asked if I was ready to cum again? Feeling a bit out of place, I said I had to go. About two weeks later, I called again after he had left another response to my personal ad. This time I told him that I like guys who take control. When I arrived, he met me at the door wearing shorts, no shirt and a leather coat and boots. He told me to strip and kneel on the floor. He put rubber gloves and did an examination of my ass and cock. He then told me he was going to tie my hands behind my back. I had never been restrained before and this got my cock rock hard. He then tied me and told me to go upstairs to the second floor. There he had a sit-up bench and told me to sit on it and do sit ups. As I did, he kept sticking a finger up my ass with lube on it to make me good and slippery. He then pulled his cock out of his shorts and grabbed the back of my head. He drove his cock down my throat, choking me. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth and I could do nothing but take it! He then stopped face fucking me and told me to stand up and bend over. He moved behind me and inserted a dildo up my ass. My ass was burning and I was sweating from the pain. He told me to hold it in my ass and if it fell out, he would put a bigger one in. He then told me to go in to the bedroom and sit on the bed. He put in a porno move showing guys in bondage being screwed. He asked if I wanted like that and took the dildo out of my ass. He then pushed me backwards onto the bed and before I knew it, had my legs up in the air and the tip of his cock at my hole. I plead with him to take it slow but he ignored my pleas. With what seemed like all his might, he rammed his big cock deep into my asshole. I let out a scream of pain as he stretched and tore me with his cock. He told me to shut up and got up and retrieved one of his socks. He stuck it in my mouth and then plunged his cock once again deep into my hole. He fucked me hard to the point I had to piss. I let him know and he took the sock out of my mouth and took me to the bathroom. He had me stand in the bathtub and piss. As I did, he stuck his cock back up my as and began to fuck me again. When I was done pissing, he took me out to the bedroom again and fucked the hell out of me. He came with such intensity that I could feel his cum squirting deep into my ass. He them got off of me and untied my hands. My ass was burning as he was so big and I had never taken anything so big. The other guys I had had sex with were OK, but by the time I got home I knew I really wanted guys like him - guys who just used me like a piece of meat at took what they wanted. It was good that we did the massage first - it got me to trust him. If it hadn't gone that way I don't know if I would have had the nerve to hookup with someone like him. We did a few hookup after that, but he's the one who taught me what I like - early on... It's because of him I'm a cumhole bottom who lets the tops call the shots - however they want to use me is good with me...
-
I was not looking forward to my new commute. I had gotten a pretty decent job working for the state. Everyone seems to want one cause they automatically think it means you sit on your ass all day and do nothing but rake in the money. Well, it doesn't quite work like that. Anyway, it was a pretty decent job except for one thing, I hated taking public transportation. The last thing I was looking forward to was hoping on the el with tons of sweaty smelly people. Even if they weren't smelly, the el station still was. It seems to be the preferred urinal for the homeless around the city. Nothing like a cup of coffee and the smell of stale piss to wake you up in the morning. But I quickly found out that taking public transportation has its advantages. The best one being all the mighty hot studs who also work in the loop. Generally, I get a seat on the way in, which is nice cause I get an eyeful of hot packages from all the guys who get stuck standing in front of me. On the way back, I am usually standing. It gets so packed that you can't help but rub up against people. Since there are plenty of good looking guys on my commute, I don't mind a little pushing and shoving at all. I had been taking the el for about 3 weeks, getting to recognize my fellow commuters from the day in and day out travel. A few of them had caught my eye and a good percentage of them happened to like cock as much as I did, from the clues I could gather. Things looked promising. Maybe taking the train was a good thing. I was reading a book with an obviously gay title and made sure to hold it up so that others could read it. I wanted these guys to know that I was more than willing to engage in the stuff of their masturbatory fantasies. There was one guy in particular who had caught my eye. He worked construction from what I gathered. Either that or his office was very casual. He was about 6.2 190 and had a hot body on him. I would guess his hair to be dark but since he wore a bandana around his head every day I couldn't be sure. He also wore overalls and steel toe boots and had his little cooler with him, hence the assumption of construction worker. I really didn't think I had a shot at this guy, considering the tattoo of "Betty" on his left arm. That didn't stop me though. This guy was hot and I was totally lusting after him. Sure there were easier guys to get on this train. I knew I could have had them easily but getting him interested in me is half the fun. I was reading a book of gay short stories when he got on the train and sat next to me. Man I was ready to cum now. Just having him close to me was giving me a hard on. Thank God I had a thirty minute ride and didn't have to get up anytime soon. I could smell him and it made me want to drop my pants and stroke right there and then. This man had been out in the sun all day and he smelled like a man should. I could smell some sweat, sun, and musk emanating from him. All I could think of was how good it would be to lift his arm up and bury my face in what I knew had to be real furry pits. I wasn't going to be able to concentrate. I had to do something to get him to notice. Hopefully he was looking down at my book and could see what I was reading. I decided to go back to a previous story about this guy's love for cocksucking. I sat there and reread the story slowly. Hoping he would look over and realize what I was reading. I caught him glance over a couple of times but wasn't sure if he had read anything. I put the book on my lap while I pretended to dig something out of my jacket, to make sure he saw the title. I am sure he had to have seen it but he was giving me no indication. This man was muscular and was taking up a good portion of the seat so his body was pressed up right against mine. Usually I try and move over so that I am not pressed against the person but today I wasn't moving, at least not away from him. I pressed my leg against his and left it there. He looked over to me and I continued to read. The story revolved around the cocksucking adventures of this perpetually horny man. Today I totally knew how he felt. There was nothing more that I wanted at this moment than to bury my face in this man's sweaty bush and absorb his scent as I took his cock down my throat. His glances became more frequent and the thought of him knowing I wanted him made me harder. I pushed down at my crotch, trying to rearrange my hardon into a more comfortable position. I was glad I wore underwear otherwise I would have wet my pants. I tend to precum a ton and I would have hated to walk home like that. I reached down to scratch my ankle, and my arm was up against his leg. Damn that man was firm. I wanted him but felt too chicken shit to make a pass. I knew he was straight and was sure he wasn't interested in anything else except fodder for a story to tell his construction buddies in the morning. I could hear it already, how some fag was trying to hit on him on the way home. I don't care what he told them as long as I got some of this man. I let out a low moan as I continued to read. He can't be so stupid as to not know what was going on. We were approaching our stop so I decided to get out first. Since he was sitting on the aisle I had to step over him. When I started to get up he also got up to let me out. I pushed passed him, making sure my hand "accidentally" brushed against his crotch. Since the train was still pretty crowded I couldn't move to far so I actually just stood there with my hand pushed into him. I swear I felt it throb! The train stopped and everyone pushed out, including him. I turned back to see if he was there, and he was. I walked down the stairs and he was right behind me the whole time. Once out of the station everyone dispersed but we both walked toward the parking lot which is a shortcut to the street. "Damn its hot today," I said knowing he could here me. "You said it buddy. How do you think I feel being out in the damn sun all day?" "I feel for you bud," I replied. "That sucks." " I am hoping you do too," he said as he looked right at me. "Excuse me" I said, knowing full well where this would end up. "Come on bud, I know you want to. You were sending a message loud and clear." "I was hoping you would catch on bud. I have been noticing you for weeks already." "Yeah well maybe I get off to a slow start but watch out when I finally catch up. So can I give you a ride, my truck is right here." "Fuck yeah buddy. I am sure I can think of some way to pay you for the ride." "Oh trust me, I am gonna give you one hell of a ride boy." "That's what I am hoping for. I only live a few blocks down." We drove the four blocks to my house. I was totally hard already just thinking it. Good thing my jacket covered my hardon. We got to my place and quickly walked up the flight of stairs. I kicked my shoes off and left my jacket on the floor while he sat down to unlace his boots. "Here, let me do that for ya stud." "Thanks bud. My feet are always killing me after walking around all damn day." I know an invitation when I hear one. I unlaced those boots and pulled them off slowly. Damn this man had some big feet. Had to be a size 12 at least. The socks were a bit moist. I could smell the sweat and the scent of leather filling up the room. Man I was hard all over again. I took his foot in my hand and slowly began to massage it. He leaned back on the couch and moaned. Fuck I love it when I can make a man moan and he is still dressed. Imagining what I was gonna do to him and him do to me had my dick leaking big time. I dug my knuckles into his soles, massaging his feet rather roughly. He seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. I repeated the same to the other foot. I then slowly took his socks off and was presented with gorgeous, smooth feet. I took them in my hands and held them up to my face. The scent was intoxicating. I could smell his flesh, his sweat and a hint of leather. I couldn't help but stick my tongue out and taste them. He let out a moan and pulled back a bit. I held onto his foot and ran my tongue over the length of his soles. He seemed to enjoy it by the bulge in his overalls. "Hmmm, you like that huh?" I said as I ran my hand over his bulge only to find that he had on no underwear. "Not wearing any eh?" "Naw buddy, I usually don't. It gets pretty fucking hot so I only wear what I have to." "Woof, bet that smells fucken hot too" "Wanna find out boy, get over here and undo them." I don't need to be told twice. I got up and started to undo his overalls. He raised his hips a bit as I pulled them down exposing his tight furry body. I pulled them off slowly, leaving him there in nothing but a sweaty t shirt. Man I wanted to bury my face in his crotch. I bent over and inhaled. Fuck, he smelled so good. It was a strong scent of sweat and musk mixed in with some old piss. I inhaled deeply, then stuck my tongue out to lick up that sweat. He grabbed me by my head and pushed me deeper into his crotch. "Open your mouth, boy, and take my cock." I did as he requested and slowly took his soft cock in my mouth. I love feeling a man grow in my mouth. I love feeling that flesh harden as I press my lips tightly against it. I slowly ran my tongue around his head, licking him clean. He tasted good. I wanted to leave him in my mouth all day, but he pulled me up to him and jammed his tongue down my throat. "Woof, boy, I can taste my cock on your mouth. I like that boy" "So do I sir, anything you want sir." Pull this shirt off me boy.' I took it off him, and just as I suspected, he was furry up above as well. He had a furry chest that would make Alec Baldwin jealous. Those pits were matted down with sweat. He saw me looking at them and grabbed my head and pushed me down into his pits. I was ready to pass out from lust. I licked all around his pits, tasting that sweat. He hadn't worn any deodorant and I was glad for it. The scent was strong just how I liked it. Man I licked every single dripping wet hair he had. I wanted my face to smell of this man long after he was gone. I noticed he was completely naked while the only thing I had taken off were my shoes. I stood up and grabbed him by the hand leading him to the bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed and proceeded to take off my clothes. I was so fucken hot for this man. I didn't care what he wanted, I was gonna give it to him today. When I was naked I climbed onto him and kissed him. He opened his mouth and welcomed me in. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth as he held my head tight against him with one hand and the other one roamed my back toward my ass. Oh yeah babe if you want my ass its yours. I felt his strong thick fingers reach the crack of my ass and I pushed back, letting him know it was ok. He reached down lower and I felt his fingers part my furry crack. I was grinding against him now, leaving a trail of precum on his massive thighs for sure. He took his hand off my ass and held it to my mouth. I sucked on his fingers the way I sucked on his cock, getting them nice and wet for him. I had played this game before and I always liked the way it ended, with me on all fours and a hard cock deep in my wet hole. When I had sufficiently wet my fingers, he withdrew them and teased my hole with them. I let out a low moan. "Oh yeah man, that feels good, please don't tease me." "You like that don't you boy?" "Yessir, I love that." "You want more than just my fingers in there don't you?" "Please, sir, yes." He took his fingers away, leaving me pushing my ass back. He rolled me off him and onto my stomach. Oh yeah I hope he is gonna fuck me now I thought to myself. But he had other plans. This man spread my legs and crawled between them. I felt his massive hands spread my cheeks and soon his stubbly face was rubbing up against my ass. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. I love my ass eaten and I was more than ready for it now. I felt him tease my hole with his tongue and I responded by pushing back into him. He smacked my ass hard and it surprised me. It stung "Lay your ass still boy. I am in fucken charge. Got that?" "Yessir, I understand sir." He continued to tease my hole, pushing his tongue ever so slowly into my waiting but eager ass. I was gripping the sheets tight. I so badly wanted him in me but I didn't want him smacking me around. I pushed back. It was a total reflex. Years of bottoming had conditioned me to push back whenever I felt anything against my ass. I couldn't help it. "Boy I told you to sit the fuck still." With that he smacked my ass some more. "Fuck man" I cried. "What boy, you want me to stop? I can just get up and leave if you want?" "No sir, please don't leave. I am sorry sir." "Yeah you sure will be boy." With that he got up and walked out of the room. Fuck I blew it. Here is the hottest stud that I have been beating off to almost every nite and I fucked it up. I started to get up and go after him when he came back with two bungie cords. He pushed me back onto the bed and wrapped them around my wrists then connected them to the bedposts. I wasn't gonna be moving anywhere. He told me to get on all fours. I was glad to get my ass up off the bed. I had tons of precum on the sheets and trailing off my stomach. He got on his knees behind, spread my cheeks and spit on my hole. Fuck, he wasn't even gonna bother with any lube. "Please sir, go easy" I said to him as I looked behind me. His cock had grown to at least 8 fat inches. Fuck man I was gonna need some lube. There was no way that spit alone was gonna get that monster in me. "Sir, would you like some lube? There is some in the night stand here." "Boy did I ask you for any lube? Shut the fuck up." He opened the drawer and found a bottle of poppers. "Here boy, you are gonna need a hit of these." With that he uncapped the bottle and shoved it under my nose. I knew I was gonna need them and took two seriously deep hits. Almost immediately I felt the effects. My face felt real hot, and I swear my dick started oozing like a faucet. My hole relaxed and that's when I felt him pushing into me. Fuck that cock was stretching me open. I felt so full. "Relax that ass boy" he commanded. I tried not to think of anything as I felt him push deeper into me. "Yeah boy you have one hot pussy here. I am gonna breed you real good." "Yessir, make me your cunt. That's what I want." "I don't give a shit what you want boy. I am here for what I want and right now I want you to shut the fuck up." He smacked my ass hard and instinctively I tightened up. "Yeah boy, tighten that pussy for me. That's what I want." I squeezed my ass hard around his cock. He now had his hands on my hips and was grinding his dick deep into me. I could hear him taking a hit of poppers and then he shoved the bottle under my nose. I took two more deep hits then he took another. Fuck yeah, there is nothing better than that popper rush while I take some fat cock deep in me. I wanted so badly to stroke my dick but I was still tied with the cords. He was pounding my ass harder and started to get real verbal. "Yeah boy you like that don't you. I knew you would be a good piece of ass. I saw that tight butt of yours in those pants weeks ago and I knew I had to get into it. Fuck yeah nothing hotter than a good piece of boypussy." "Yessir, its all yours sir. Fuck me hard. I want to cum so bad sir, please untie my hands." "Fuck you boy. I told you I didn't give a shit what you want." He just pounded my ass harder. I could feel his furry low hanging balls smacking my ass with every thrust. His furry stomach rubbing up against my butt. Man he was stretching me and I so badly wanted to cum. He kept smacking my ass and I would tighten it, making him fuck me harder. I knew he couldn't hold out much longer and I tried to tighten my ass even more. "Boy this is the best piece of ass I have had in a long time. I am gonna fill you up real good. I know you want this load don't you boy." "Yessir, please sir. Give me your load. I wanna feel you explode in me. I want that load dripping out of my used hole." "Yeah punk, I knew you were some sleazy fucker. Those clean cut business types always want a good hard fuck and I am here to give it to you." He took another hit of poppers but didn't give me any this time. He just fucked for all its worth. He pulled all the way out and jammed it back in me hard. Man I thought I would pass out. It felt so good. He kept slamming me for what seemed like hours but in fact had been a few minutes. I felt him tighten up and soon I felt that first load of cum shoot deep inside me. That was enough to set me off. I didn't even need to touch myself and I started shooting. The contractions of my ass around his cock made him moan even louder. Shot after shot of cum filled my open ass. Man he knew how to fuck. He slowly pulled out of me, grabbed my t shirt and wiped his cock with it. He undid my hands and left me there exhausted. I was too tired to move. He got up and got dressed without saying a word. He didn't bother to clean up. Just got up and left. Didn't so much as say good bye or thank you. He left me worn out and dripping in cum. I think that was thanks enough.
-
The sound of deep, comfortable breathing whispered through Kyle Riverton's bedroom as he slept. Under his blankets, Kyle's pretty 6 inch penis throbbed softly in full erection. Every so often, a low, satisfied moan could be heard, bypassing Kyle's closed mouth and escaping through his nostrils. Kyle was having a dream. The dream was Kyle's favorite. In his mind, Kyle was rhythmically making love to his girlfriend of the past few months, Trina. He felt the same wonderful combination of pleasure and love which he always felt when he and Trina had sex in real life, only much amplified. But the dream suddenly began to change, unlike previous versions. Trina started pushing Kyle away, and he felt confused and sad. Kyle hesitantly rose and pulled up Trina, who walked away and then passed through a closed door, as if by magic. When she reappeared a moment later, a fantastic and bizarre matamorphisis had occured. A long, extremely thick erection bounced in front of her as Trina walked towards him. The cock looked exactly like Matt's, but with no accompanying testicles. Stirring in his sleep more restlessly than before, Kyle was both disturbed and excited by the images inside his head. The dream quickly shifted to a new scene. Trina was pounding Kyle's ass, expertly thrusting the large penis at her crotch into his rear. Kyle experienced no pain, only the wonderful feeling of being full and having his prostate massaged. Trina's long hair brushed lightly against Kyle's back as she plunged into him doggie style, and he pushed back to greet her. Kyle thought maybe he was in heaven until he felt Trina withdrawing. Annoyed, Kyle turned his head and looked behind himself and realized Trina wasn't withdrawing at all. She was being pulled back and up by Matt, who had a mean look on his face. His crotch, though not gory, was devoid of the mighty weapon that he was so proud of. Only two gigantic, hairy testicles were on display there. "Mmmm, mmm, uuuhh," Kyle muttered in his sleep, his body reacting to a rush of fear induced adrenaline. It wasn't enough. Kyle remained asleep, and helplessly watched as Matt somehow removed the phallus from Trina and attached it to the empty space between his loins. Trina didn't struggle and seemed to be in no pain as it happened. Restored, Matt lay on his back, looking straight at Kyle. With a crooked smile, he pointed his erection obscenely in Kyle's direction. As if some force were controlling his body, Kyle found himself walking towards Matt against his will. He straddled Matt's waist and slowly lowered himself onto Matt's reclaimed manhood. This time, there was pain. Trina's dark eyes glittered with rage as she watched Kyle rapidly fuck himself on Matt's engorged prick. Kyle looked at her helplessly as he squatted up and down in increasing rapidity. By the time she turned to leave, the real Kyle was tossing and turning in his sleep. Still he did not awaken. A great roar of laughter burst from Matt's mouth when she was gone, and finally the spell was broken. Pulling himself free, Kyle sprinted after Trina. But when he reached the door, all he saw was whiteness. The outside world was empty. Kyle, enraged, turned to face Matt and then issued a terrified, silent scream that hurt his entire body. Matt had been transformed, or maybe replaced. Looking dumbly into Kyle's eyes was the single most horrifying thing he had ever seen. The thing stood about nine feet tall and its massive bulk was covered in coarse, shaggy hair. It looked like some kind of profane human hybrid, but Kyle couldn't say with what other species. He saw features that reminded him of cattle, goats, felines, and wolves all at once. Kyle couldn't decide if it looked like something out of a Greek myth or the beast in Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast'. Most of all the thing looked demonic. Skin was visible through the dense hair only around the gnarled muscles of its chest and stomach. The skin was a sickeningly vivid shade of red, like a babboons ass. Long hairs grew more sparsely on the creature's ruddy face. Kyle could not look away from the small, golden eyes that peered at him with an expression of infinite stupidity. Below them was a huge, cowlike nose with flaring nostrils. From above, thick, gangly eyebrows partially obstructed the beast's view. Protruding from the creature's forehead were two thick, short horns the color of black shoe polish. The only attractive feature on the monster was its lips. They were thick, crimson, and sensuous. Suddenly the lips parted, and a surprisingly normal voice issued from them. "Now, Kyle," the creature said calmly, and looked down below it's rippled belly. From the thick fur at the beast's crotch, Kyle watched in apallation as an unearthly erection began to emerge. It crept upward and grew with alarming speed. When it had completed its ascent, Kyle shook like an epileptic. He desparately wanted to run, but his feet seemed paralyzed. The cock was impossibly huge, perhaps a foot and a half long. Glowing red, the cockhead was comparatively small, about the size of a large lemon. The grotesque phallus rapidly thickened from there, until it reached the circumferance of a litre bottle of cola for the last 10 inches. Covered in giant, non-oozing warts, the red monstrosity of a cock curved upwards like a scimitar. A stream of thick, greenish semen dangled from its tip. Still unable to move, Kyle could only watch in rising anxiety as the abberation seemed to glide towards him, despite its bulk. Kyle screamed, both in his dream and in reality, as the beast's yellow, pointed nails touched his naked hip and he felt hot, rotten breath on his back. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Jolted back into concsiousness, Kyle lay his hand over his chest. His heart thumped madly, and his sheets were soaked with perspiration. Unwilling to risk a repeat of the sickening nightmare, Kyle switched on his lamp and retrieved a book. He had no intention of sleeping ever again. ------------------------------------------------------- Kyle had experienced many nightmares over the past year. They had started shortly after his two forced sexual encounters with Matt. Usually the dreams were a replay of those rapes, except that there was always an observer watching in the nightmares. Sometimes the witness was a girl Kyle was attracted to, sometimes one of his buddies. The worst nightmare of all had been of Kyle's father watching with a cruel smile as Matt held him down and violated his ass. The nightmares had tapered off by the time Kyle started his first year at college, probably because he had other things on his mind. Josiah Riverton, Kyle's father, had chosen the college Kyle was to attend years before the boy graduated from high school. The school was moderately prestigious, but also somewhat obscure. Most of Kyle's friends had never heard of the place, and none of them had applied for entrance there. Consequently, Kyle found himself without a social life during his first semester of college. Quiet and shy, Kyle did not make friends easily, and he didn't get involved with extra curricular activities. Although Kyle enjoyed watching sports, he didn't have the competative instinct required for active participation. Thus, he didn't have many prospects for improving his lonely existence. Kyle's best and only friend during that time was his penis. When not attending classes or studying, Kyle mostly sat in his dorm room alone, watching TV or masturbating. He loved pleasuring himself, and spent hours jerking his cock and playing with his ass. Nightmares hadn't been the only result of Matt's rapes. Kyle had been shocked after the second violation when his cock had grown hard as he cleaned his dripping hole. Face pink with shame, Kyle had explored his gaping anus with two fingers, gasping lightly each time he touched his own prostate gland. Then, summoning all of his willpower, Kyle had removed the fingers and turned his mind away from sex. To his great relief, his erection soon wilted. Unfortunately, during Kyle's usual wank session the next evening, he had felt an unmistakable tingling deep inside of his butt. Kyle managed to resist the temptation to finger it that evening, but after a week of similar experiences, Kyle gave in. Thereafter, he frequently fingered himself as he masturbated, and his orgasms were always more intense when he did so. At college, Kyle had a lot more privacy than formerly, and so was able to masturbate with much greater frequency. One night while jerking his cock and working a finger up his chute, an idea sprouted in Kyle's mind. He had lately grown a little bored with his one handed, one fingered sex life. Getting up, he began a frantic search through his tiny, messy dorm room. Then, pausing, Kyle turned and opened his closet door. There, below his hanging shirts, was a box full of odds and ends that his mother had packed. Rumaging wildy through the junk, Kyle found what his was looking for near the bottom. Triumphantly pulling out a white candle, Kyle looked at it for a moment and then took it with him back to his bed. The candle was double the width of Kyle's index finger, and much longer. Wiping it with his own saliva, Kyle raised his legs and pushed the utilitarian object into his rectum. He loved the feel of it inside him, and began to work the candle in and out of his hole as he stroked his cock. Disembodied images of large breasts and furry vaginas danced through his head as he manipulated himself to a powerful climax. From that day on, the candle became a regular part of Kyle's sex life. He began using hand lotion to lubricate the thing, and that made it even nicer. Kyle always had intense ejaculations when the candle was working inside him, although he never came without touching himself as he did when Matt had taken him the second time. Content to pleasure himself with his waxen toy, Kyle never entertained the notion of getting fucked again by a real, fleshy penis and never thought about men as he played with himself. He soon became comfortable in his mind with the fact that he enjoyed being penetrated, and it didn't cause him undo stress. It became a daily ritual. Anothe daily routine was spending a few hours each evening studying at the campus library. Although on his own and without roomates, Kyle found that he was less susceptible to a certain type of distraction when he studied in public. Usually, Kyle read in the main study room, but on this particular night he was pouring over some dusty old psychology volumes on the less frequented fourth floor. After an hour and a half of deep concentration, Kyle's became aware of an increasing pressure in his stomach. He left his books on the old wooden mini desk and went in search of the facilities. He eventually found a door labelled 'Men' and entered into a small, rather squalid restroom. Kyle rushed to the nearest stall of two, quickly pulled down his pants, and let nature take its coarse. Midway through his bowel movement, Kyle noticed that there was a hole the size of a pepsi can bored into the wall dividing the two stalls. Looking more closely, Kyle noticed writing on the dingy walls of the cubicle. Some notes were scribbled in shaky ball point pen, others scratched into the hard plastic. He also noticed faint and broken lines where other writing had been mostly eliminated. After he had cleaned up, Kyle leaned over and read some of the notes. One message said, 'Big, uncut cock needs servicing, lunch hour.' Another read, 'Talented sucker, 3-6 tuesdays. Tap 3 times if you want excellent head. Stick it thru if you hear 2 taps in response.' But the message that really turned Kyle on was, 'love to plow a hot ass, 7 pm, try again if no luck.' Near to this last scribble was a remarkably good drawing in pencil of a huge erection in the act of exaggerated ejaculation. Kyle was growing increasingly horny, but a sense of fear also swept through him. He quickly buttoned up and exited the john. Forsaking his studies, Kyle instead rushed home and furiously jerked his cock while pummeling his anus with his trusty candle. But, try as he might, Kyle could not forget about the dirty restroom. The idea of having his ass fucked by some anonymous stranger whom he would never have to look at seemed too perfect for Kyle to dismiss. The following evening, nervous and needy, Kyle had returned to the graffiti covered stall. He sat for a few minutes with his pants up re-examining the scrawled words. Around 7:15, Kyle began to feel bored and was about to make his exit when he heard the mensroom door squeek open. His heart pounded in his chest as heavy footsteps came nearer and nearer. By the time the door to the neighboring stall had been pulled open, Kyle thought he might have a heart attack. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, and Kyle's heartbeat slowed down to a more normal rate. Kyle assumed that the other person had only come to take a shit, but his heart jumped again in his chest when he heard 3 distinctive taps. Although almost paralyzed with fear, Kyle tapped twice in response. He wasn't sure it was the correct code, but Kyle was curious to see what would happen. There was some noise from the other side of the wall, some movement there. Kyle stood and moved closer to the waist level hole. Again, he heard 3 taps, and again Kyle tapped twice. This procedure was repeated once more before Kyle heard the distinctive noise of a belt being unbuckled. Unable to move, his eyes glued to the hole, Kyle waited. A moment later a pink, circumsized erection was pushed partially through the smooth opening. It looked to be 6 inches long, and was much thicker than Kyle's precious candle. Kyle wondered why the man didn't push his cock all the way through, but he figured it must be some strange bathroom sex etiquette. A powerful lust spurred Kyle into immediate, though inexperienced, action. He spit into his hand and then wrapped it around the pulsating member. The cock was silky smooth and hot to the touch. After a few lubricating strokes, Kyle began to undo his trousers and almost tripped over them when they were pooled around his ankles. Shuffling clumsily, Kyle turned sideways in the stall and bent over. He placed the palms of his hands against the opposite wall for support. Then he maneuvered his legs backward until he felt the anonymous erection poke against his left asscheek. Again, Kyle spit into his hand and worked the saliva up his tight hole. He adjusted his position slightly, pulled his buttcheeks apart, and began to back onto the iron hard prick. "Uhhhhh", Kyle moaned as his anal walls slid over the stranger's dick until his asscheeks were flattened against the cold partition. He knew he had to be quiet, but he couldn't help groaning at the painful stretching. The guy on the other side remained still as Kyle's insides adjusted to the intruder, and Kyle was grateful. After a few moments, he began to move back and forth along the shaft, masturbating his stiff penis slowly to avoid a premature ejaculation. The stranger responded immediately when he felt Kyle's movement. Although the position was awkward, the man began vigorously thrusting his cock into Kyle's warm passage. Kyle grunted as his prostate was stimulated to a degree beyond the power of his magic candle. Unable to stop himself, Kyle began jacking his cock wildly, knowing that he wouldn't last long and not caring. The cock inside him pistoned through his sphincter, sending shivers of pleasure through the middle part of Kyle's body. "Grrrrraaaahhhh", Kyle heard from the other side of the partition 3 minutes later and realized the guy must be coming. Kyle slammed his ass all the way back onto the exposed part of the ejaculating cock, and unleashed his own load onto the grimy linoleum below. The other man yanked his cock out midway into Kyle's ejaculation with a violence that increased the intensity of Kyle's orgasm. Seconds after the last shot had been discharged, Kyle grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off his ass and cock. He quickly stuffed his still hard penis into his briefs and pulled up his pants. Kyle was anxious to be out of there, but he wanted to be sure he wouldn't be seen by the other guy. Leaning down, Kyle was disappointed to see two brown boots below levi covered legs spread in front of the toilet. Unsure of what to do, Kyle sat down and waited, hoping to hear the stranger leave. Kyle assumed the guy was another horny college student, but he really didn't want to know. His only interest had been in the pink erection that had so recently fucked his ass. Kyle leaned down again, and saw that the man was still in the same position. Reasoning that the dude was probably taking a dump, Kyle gathered his courage and pushed open the stall door. At that instant, the neighboring door flew open, and Kyle stood face to face with the man that had just ridden his ass. Blood rushed to Kyle's head and he thought he might pass out from mortification. Kyle understood instantly why the man hadn't pushed his cock all the way through the hole. It hadn't been possible. "Oh dear Jesus, I just got fucked by Santa Claus," was the first rational thought that popped into Kyle's mind. The man in front of him indeed bore a striking resemblance to old Saint Nick, despite having a distinctly un-Clauslike deep tan. He was perhaps an inch shorter than Kyle, but much, much wider. His belly preceded him by well over a foot, bulging over his more narrow waist. Though not quite as bushy, the man's beard, mustache, and eyebrows were white and pure Santa. Otherwise, he appeared to be quite robust, with big muscular arms and a barrel chest. Gasping for air, Kyle ran like a madman from the restroom after noticing Santa's shrewd blue eyes roaming over his body. Thoughts of suicide soon entered the dangerous mix of emotions in Kyle's head, and they didn't disappear when he got back to his dorm. Hyperventilating, Kyle threw himself onto his bed and allowed his tears to fall. His body shook with each deep sob. Ten minutes later, a calmer Kyle sat up on his bed and wiped the wetness from his cheeks. "Oh my god, I got porked by fucking Santa!" Kyle said loudly, then burst into laughter. It was the only way his mind could cope. Back at the library, only outside of it this time, William Rollins licked his lips in rememberance as he studied the herbiage growing in the library's courtyard. Old Rolly, as his friends called him (those that didn't call him Santa behind his back), wasn't showing his usual concentation over the plants. His mind kept wandering back to the adorable brown haired boy that he had screwed less than half an hour before. He licked his pudgy lips in remembrance of the terrified, doe-like brown eyes and the round, retreating ass. Strangers might have paused with concern at the sight of the odd, rotund man inspecting the campus plants, but most people at the college knew and liked Rolly. He was the head groundskeeper on campus, and the beauty all around testified to Rolly's competence. Not as a groundskeeper, Rolly rarely lifted a finger nowadays, but as someone that was good at giving orders. The real work was done by Rolly's underlings, almost all of whom were handsome young men. Ocassionally, Rolly hired a young woman, but he only did so as an act of self preservation. Ironically, it was the young women that lasted the longest in old Rolly's employ, because he mostly left them alone. The young men had a much rougher time, having their work minutely inspected and constantly criticized by the portly man. Rolly enjoyed nothing better than barking commands at frightened looking young men, and watching them scurry off to obey. A couple of librarians had thought it odd that Rolly should ocassionally visit the library, especially at night. But they were never unduly concerned. After all, Rolly was about the jolliest, most friendly man they had ever met, and he had been with the college a very long time. Only certain athletic male employees were not deceived by Rolly's seemingly constant good humor. Easily surviving a couple of rather nasty student complaints in years past, Rolly pretty much had free reign of the campus. Nearly a month had passed before Rolly spotted the gorgeous brunette kid again. He had kept his eyes peeled for the boy, but wasn't too surprised that the kid didn't return to the library restroom. So when Rolly spotted Kyle walking in his direction one evening near the campus square, he had no intention of missing his opportunity. Kyle turned quickly when he noticed Santa walking his way across the bricks of the campus square, and picked up his pace. "Hey kid, wait up," came the man's hearty voice. It was merry, and surprisingly melodious. Kyle stopped a moment with indecision, and that's all it took for the deceptively spry Rolly to overtake him. Kyle looked at his shoes as Rolly spoke to him. "Where ya been lately, kid?" he asked in a good natured voice, "I was kinda hoping to run into you again." "Uh, been busy lately, schoolwork," replied Kyle, his voice muted. "Well, looks like you're done now." "Uh, yeah." "Why don't we go hang out at your place for a while. You live on campus?" "Yeah, um, no." "Which one, kid?" "I live on campus, but I don't want to hang out." Rolly turned his head right and then left, checking to see if anyone was around. He saw no one else. "Look kid, I'm gonna make this simple," he started, in his mind working up a huge line of bull shit to feed to the kid, "you must be new here because you don't seem to know who I am. I'm gonna tell ya. I am Bill Rollins, head of campus security. I happen to have in my posession a certain videotape filmed from a surveilance camera in a certain stall in a certain restroom in the library. Seems that some illegal activities have been happening there. I've had to call the cops a couple of times. Are you getting my meaning?" Kyle looked at the man uncertainly for a moment before responding, "I don't believe you." Santa whipped out his wallet, and displayed a faked campus identication, watching as Kyle's eyes widened. He had persuaded Ms. Mills in admissions to make it as part of a faculty practical joke years ago, and Rolly had always suspected that the ID might be of further use. "Bbbut, Wouldn't the tape show you too?" asked Kyle, faltering. "Course not, there are two cameras, one for each stall. Neither of em catches anything from the next stall." "Uh no, that can't be legal," responded Kyle, but not really sure. Sick of waiting, the mask of Rolly's false good humor evaporated instantly. "Look, punk," he growled, menacingly, "you're fucked one way or the other." He grabbed Kyle's arm and gave a painful squeeze, then began dragging Kyle along with him. "Where do you live, fuckwad?" said Rolly. Terrified, Kyle spat out involuntarily, "Larsen Hall." Kyle, unsure of what to do, followed the domineering man to his dorm, enormously relieved to find the communal passageways deserted. Trembling, he unlocked and opened his door, then fell as Rolly pushed him inside. "Get naked and get on your knees, fag!" Rolly barked after the door slammed shut. Tears sprang from Kyle's eyes. A part of him knew that Rolly was full of shit, but another part of him was still scared. The nasty, hateful look in the man's cold blue eyes spurred Kyle into a sort of helpless submission. He knew Rolly could and would make his life on campus a living hell if Kyle didn't do as he was told. Smiling, Rolly drank in the sight of the naked and shivering teen. Kyle's beauty filled him with both envy and lust. He quickly pulled off his own clothes, and was angered by the obvious look of disgust in Kyle's eyes. "I said on your knees, piss ant!" screamed Rolly. Kyle dropped to his knees immediately and looked at Rolly's naked form. In contrast to his deeply tanned face and arms, Rolly's hefty torso was as white as a frog's belly. Only a few hairs grew on his well developed chest, and they were as white as his beard. Peaking below the protruding belly, Kyle noticed that the trim pubic bush was also snowy white. The patch of hair looked ridiculously small below the immensity of Rolly's middle. "Hands on the ground, kid, and stick out your tongue!" Rolly demanded. When Kyle complied, Rolly turned around and spread his large ass. Kyle gagged in revulsion as his face was covered by the fat but also muscular cheeks. "Lick my hole, kid," came Rolly's voice, now husky but no less commanding. Kyle stuck out his tongue and repressed his rising gorge. His face was surrounded by flesh, and the stagnant, musky smell was awful. Somehow, Kyle's tongue found the tiny hole in the center of the man's big ass and he began licking it. Rolly grunted in pleasure as Kyle poked his tongue into the clammy anus. Tears poured down Kyle's pink cheeks. After a couple of minutes, Santa pulled his butt off of Kyle's face and positioned his pink erection at Kyle's hole. The cock looked much larger than it had peeking through the gloryhole, as Rolly's belly had prevented its full length from emerging. Kyle yelped as Rolly rammed the spit soaked erection into his puckered anus in one brutal shove. Unlike the previous encounter, Rolly didn't give Kyle a chance to adjust to his size. He proceeded to fuck Kyle's ass like a crazed rabbit, his big gut casting a shadow over much of Kyle's muscled back. Rolly's fingers dug painfully into Kyle's narrow hips, holding the young man still for the pounding fuck. Kyle felt an overwhelming sense of self disgust as his cock hardened. The frenzied pace of the thrusts over his prostate was too much, and Kyle's penis inevitably responded to the stimulation. He knew that stroking his cock would take his mind off of the pain, and 30 seconds after he began his penis fired powerful blasts of semen onto the carpet as Rolly's dick drilled almost mechanically into his anus. A minute later, Rolly pressed his great belly against Kyle's back and wrapped his beefy arms around Kyle's chest. "Oh, OH, OHH, OHHHHHH SHIT!" Rolly bellowed as his seed spewed deep into Kyle's now sloppy hole. After Rolly had withdrawn his wilted penis, Kyle began to stand. "Stay on your knees, faggot!" Rolly roared, and Kyle dropped back down. He remained that way as old Rolly dressed, and didn't get up until the Santa look alike had departed. An unbearable depression overcame Kyle after Rolly had gone, and he truly felt his life was no longer worth living. Although he had pondered suicide briefly after his first encounter with Rolly, Kyle now began making real plans. Never previously interested in the subject, Kyle wanted to find the easiest and most pain free method of killing himself. He didn't want to experience any more suffering than necessary. Kyle had even gone so far as to write a suicide note, and he meant to perfect it until he found just the right words. But the epitaph was second on Kyle's list to finding the right method. Skipping classes the next day, Kyle went straight to the library after he had gotten up and began to research. Along with psychology books, the 4th floor of the library also contained medical texts. Uncomfortable being so near to where he'd first met Rolly, Kyle was a little nervous as he searched the shelves for the book that he thought might help him. Finding the right row, Kyle scanned the numbers on each label and felt a sense of panic rising within himself when he realized the book was missing. "Where IS IT?" he asked aloud, his voice growing more hysterical with each word. "Can I help you find something?" a kind, gentle voice answered. Kyle, on edge to begin with, nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized he wasn't alone. He was on the verge of tears when he turned to face the source of the voice. "Uh, uh, I'm sorry, didn't know anyone else was here," Kyle said with embarrassment. Like a dumbstruck idiot, Kyle stared at the young woman on the other end of the small aisle. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and Kyle almost immediately felt a renewed interest in life. "Sorry if I startled you," giggled the girl, "I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people." "It's totally cool," replied Kyle, too eagerly. "Which book were you looking for?" asked the girl, "I do work here, you know." "Uh, um, I can't remember," Kyle responded lamely, still staring. The young woman laughed again, and she seemed even more vital and pretty. Kyle couldn't take his eyes off of her hair, a great mane of auburn curls, startling in contrast to her flawless porcelain skin. "Are you alright? You seem sort of out of it." "Uh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just that, oh, I'm really sorry," said Kyle, finally getting ahold of himself. "Don't be sorry," answered the girl, in a friendly tone. "I'm Trina." A long, thin hand was extended to Kyle. It was as white and graceful as a dove. A chill passed through him as Kyle shook it, and he was again struck speechless. He held her hand for just a moment too long, and Trina pulled it back. "Well, if I can help you, let me know," she said abruptly, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Wwwait!" Kyle spluttered, "would, I mean, can I take you to dinner sometime? I know I'm doing this all wrong, but.....well, would you consider it?" Trina looked into Kyle's warm brown eyes for a moment. They were filled with earnesty and desire. Although the boy clearly lacked social skills, he seemed sweet and he was definitely cute. "Well, I guess that would be alright," said Trina, making a decision, "where will we go?" "Um, I am not sure yet," responded Kyle ineptly, "but I will find somewhere great. Can I get your phone number, or would you prefer to call me?" "I would feel better if I were the one to call," said Trina, "but I definitely will call. What time is good?" "Any time!" said Kyle, excitedly, "I mean, I'm home after classes at 4. Here, I'll write down my number. Do you have a pencil?" "Duh," laughed Trina, and retrieved the one buried in the thick curls above her ear. Kyle laughed sheepishly, his cheeks growing pink. Trina was becoming more attracted to him by the second, and she knew she would actually call the young man. In fact, she called him later that same evening and Kyle did indeed find a wonderful little cafe, with excellent food. They had a natural rapport from the beginning, and their relationship developed rapidly. After two weeks, they spent just about every free hour together and decided to not see other people. Although Trina was concerned about Kyle's seeming isolation, she understood how it had happened, and sympathized. Kyle grew more confident and outgoing after meeting Trina, and his sex life became better because it was now shared. He did still sometimes feel that strange itch inside of his ass, but with Trina he could ignore it. About a month after Trina and Kyle began dating, they passed Rolly while strolling hand in hand across the campus. Rolly was surprised and angered to see the change that had taken place in Kyle. He stared hard at the young man as he passed, but Kyle seemed to look right through him, as if he couldn't be bothered. Trina, who Rolly recognized from the library, waved at him cheerily. The older man turned and watched them after they had passed, and was pleased to see Kyle turn back and look at him as his girlfriend continued to chatter. Santa's eyes narrowed into angry, malignant slits as Kyle popped his middle finger at him and then jabbed it into the air. Then he turned his handsome head back to his girlfriend, and resumed listening to her words. After that, Kyle forgot all about Santa Claus. He also forgot about suicide, and, for a while, Matt.
-
When he presses the buzzer I open my door and buzz him into the building. Quickly I get back on the bed, face down, wearing a slave collar, and leather wrist and ankle cuffs. As I hear the door shut and hear him come into the room, my heart begins to race... focusing in on the quiet sounds that for some reason seem so loud... the sound of his zipper, belt buckle, the sound of his clothes coming off and falling to the floor... not knowing what will happen next. Though my heart races, it is from excitement not fear. The fear ended long ago, and was replaced by unending trust. My master hurts me, uses me, abuses me, but I am never harmed and I have no fear of being harmed. I do what he tells me, I never say no, and I never feel the need to question or think it over first. The only needs that matter are his needs. What I need doesn't matter, but I can tell you that it is very fulfilling and rewarding to see that his needs are met, and to see him get turned on. Truthfully, that is enough for me. There is nothing that makes me happier than to see him have a good time. As I'm face down in the pillow, he grabs me by the collar and lifts me up off the bed, arching my back. Under his breath he tells me that I'm a fuckin pig and that I had better please him. As I start to get light-headed and feeling weak... I can feel his hand pressing at my hole, testing to be sure I'm properly lubed and loosened up. He lets go of the collar and I fall onto the bed. As I reach out to grab poppers, the loud crack of his hand whacking my ass fills the room as he gives his first order. "ASS UP - HEAD DOWN!" I am so overwhelmed with excitement and poppers, what he said just didn't register quickly, and I didn't respond fast enough. "DOUCHE BAG! ARE YOU FUCKIN' STUPID? I SAID ASS UP HEAD DOWN!" I am startled, though not scared, when suddenly he smacks me upside the head. Quickly, I follow his order and get in position. Immediately, he uses his knees to kick my legs apart. As he sticks his cock up my ass, he grabs me by the collar and shoves my head down in the pillows. I don't resist because I know how good he always is to me. Submitting to everything he wants is the only means I have to prove my trust to him. My ass starts to rock and he smacks me again telling me to tighten up. As I tighten up, he starts to moan. Hearing him moan with pleasure in addition to the incredible feeling of his cock deep in my ass, brings me to the very verge of shooting my load. I have to work hard to distract myself, despite the feeling of my cum boiling inside, aching to get out, making me twitch and tremble. He pulls out and backs off, reaching over to lube up that huge dildo. It measures 9 X 8 and is really huge. We are using it to work towards the day when I take his fist. That will be a very special moment. As he lubes it up, I reach for the poppers and take a real big hit. He starts to work that dildo slowly in my hole, twisting and thrusting it to get me looser. He's being really careful when it gets deep.. so as not to harm me. But as I get higher and higher on poppers.. I can't help myself. I start to buck around like a wild animal. I want to take it all the way, I want to show him that I'm making progress. I want to prove to him I'm trying. With him holding it in place, I'm backing into it, wiggling onto it, being the hungry fucking bitch I am.. I fantasize that he will overpower me and force it all the way in, but I know that he is more cautious and caring than that. He is cruel, but he would never harm his pig nor risk injuring me. He's very good to me. He orders me "DON'T MOVE! STAY STILL!" Despite my complete and total respect of him, I am so out of control I just can't help myself. My teeth are clenched, I'm breathing rapidly, and growling like an angry dog as I continue to buck around trying to take that dildo. I am consumed by the moment and not even realizing that I am acting in total defiance of the master who I worship. Worried, I think, that I would get more out of control and injure myself, he yells "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE, ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?" He grabbed me by the collar and yanked me up, smacking me in the head and continuing to yell. He punched me in the back, and it snapped me into reality. I froze in place, motionless, except for my rapid breathing. Agitated and panting, my mouth going dry, I was motionless. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? WHEN I SAY DON'T MOVE BITCH; YOU DON'T FUCKING MOVE!" I didn't respond, I didn't move. "I AM GOING TO HAVE TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU NOW, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?" I never say no to my master. He is too good to me. I just screwed up so bad, I had to be punished. I knew it. I couldn't make it worse by saying no. I nodded affirmatively. He looked around the room and grabbed my belt. He reached down on the floor and picked up one of his socks, stuffing it into my mouth. If he needed to keep me quiet, I knew this would be bad. He walked around the other side of the bed, and yelled "IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT? IS IT?" I turned my head to see him standing there. His perfect v-shaped body, an angry look on his face, and the belt doubled back in his hand, cocked and pulled back ready to strike hard. "IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT CUNT?" I nodded affirmatively. As I saw him cock back further ready to strike, my eyes closed. The crack of the belt filled the room, the sting was intense. A few more lashes with that belt, each one getting harder and more painful. Just when I started to think that I couldn't take any more, he threw the belt on the floor. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD FUCKING DO THIS!" The disappointment in his voice made my mind race, wondering what would happen next, and trying to think of a way to fix this mistake. With his sock still in my mouth, he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me into the bathroom. I was crawling on my hands and knees but being pulled at the same time, feeling weak due to the tightness of the collar. He ordered me in the tub. While I was kneeling in the tub, I could see the disappointed look on his face. He pulled his sock out of my mouth, rolled it up into a ball, held it out and started to piss all over it. It was so soaked with his piss that it was dripping. He held it in front of my mouth and ordered: "OPEN!" I opened my mouth wide, and he shoved his sock completely in. My mouth was filled with the sock and the taste of his piss when he ordered "CLOSE!" I closed my mouth and stared at the floor of the tub in complete shame. He then said, "I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING NICE, AND THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THIS! YOU JUST STAY THERE AND DON'T MOVE!" As he walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, I hung my head in shame. This is the man I worship. This is the man who is trying to teach me to be a better pig. He beats me not because he hates me, he beats me because he wants the best for me, but I frustrate him really bad when I fuck up. The feeling of shame was just overwhelming. As I kneeled in the tub in complete silence, I heard the sound of him pouring a large glass of water from the pitcher. Time elapsed and again I heard water being poured from the pitcher. I knew what would soon follow, but of course I never know for sure. My master is very unpredictable. Time passed, what seemed like a very long time, and I didn't hear a single sound. I began to worry that something might be wrong with my master. Is he that angry with me or has something happened to him? I listened even closer, trying my best to hear some noise, something at all, to show me that he was ok. Hearing nothing at all, I began to get very concerned. I was contemplating calling out to him, asking him if he was OK, but was very worried that he might think that I was an impatient pig, or trying to rush him. I'm patient, but if something was wrong, I would hate my master to think that I'm an uncaring pig or a selfish pig. I love my master, and if something were wrong I would run to assist him, just as I know he would do for me even though I'm just a pig. I turned my head looking out into the hallway, hoping again to hear something, and just then, he rounded the corner coming into the bathroom. I quickly began looking at the floor of the tub, and hoped that he hadn't seen me looking out into the hallway. I was so relieved that everything was OK with him. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me so that I was facing him. I didn't look at him because when a pig makes eye contact it is disrespectful and considered an act of aggression. I stared straight ahead at his cock, only inches from my face. I jumped, startled, as he leaned down and spit in my face. As his spit dripped down my cheek, I once again filled with shame. When master spits in my face, he is letting me know how disgusted and upset he is with me. He grabbed my by the collar hard, and yanked me up, ordering me out of the tub and onto the floor. I got out of the tub and kneeled quickly on the floor. Still holding my collar, he pushed me over closer to the toilet, and slowly pushed me down into the bowl, stopping with my face just inches from the water. "YOU NEED TO FUCKIN LEARN PIG, TO DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!" With that said, he pushed my face down into the water. It was ice cold and I couldn't breathe. Out of reaction, certainly not defiance, I pushed back to get my face out of the water. He tightened up his grip and held me firmly under water. I stopped resisting. I worked hard to just relax and stay calm. I didn't fight. He held my head under with just one hand, and then crouched down enough to get his cock up my hole. My mind was running out of control. Feelings of panic held back only by my unending trust in him, but so distracted and turned on by the feeling of him fucking my ass slow and deep, making me want to cum like never before. It's as if he wanted to really fuck up my head, giving me all these emotions to process all at once... all of course, while unable to speak or breathe. Overwhelmed, I had to focus on showing my trust in him, and obedience. I was determined to show I was a good pig, and a sturdy durable pig. Finally he grabbed my collar and yanked me up out of the water. Gasping for breath, panting, and dripping in ice cold water, I realized that only about thirty seconds had elapsed, but it sure felt like an eternity. He held me by the collar and ordered me back in the tub. When trying to stand up, shaken, I slipped on the wet floor, but my master held tight and didn't let me fall. I'm sure that I looked like a pathetic pig. Master said nothing. He is good to me, and never judges me. Sure he calls me a douche bag, a slut, a cunt, a whore, a pig, but these are not criticisms, these are just facts. I knelt in the tub facing him, and soon a quick stream of piss hit me in the face. I flinched, startled. I try to stay still, but no matter how hard I try, I always flinch when his piss hits me in the face. I feel ashamed, because I always worry that he may think that I don't like his piss. I love his piss. Giving me his piss is one of the nicest things he does for me. That's how I know that he cares. I wish I weren't greedy, but sometimes a pig just can't help himself. I stared as his cock like a hungry bitch, and opened my mouth wide, hoping that he might be so good to me as to fill my mouth with his piss and let me drink it. He aimed, and started spraying a stream of his hot piss in my mouth. I can't describe the taste, but it makes the cum start to boil inside me. I try to enjoy as much as I can, but with my mouth open, it spills out, and when I close my mouth for a second just to swallow, it sprays all over my face. He stopped. "YOU'RE WASTING ALOT OF MY PISS, MAYBE I SHOULD JUST FINISH PISSING IN THE TOILET! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?" He moved and stood in front of the toilet waiting for my response. I shook my head and pleadingly said "NO! PLEASE! I'M TRYING!" He turned back and stuck his cock in my mouth. Patiently, I waited for it to start. He started to trickle his piss in my mouth, I waited a few seconds and took the first gulp. A moment later, he put it up to full pressure, and I could feel it streaming and swirling around in my mouth. I was having to take a big gulp every few seconds, my cheeks puffing out, but not spilling a drop. Gulp after gulp, I was going into a trance, wanting it never to end. I am always thankful that he is so good to me. My needs don't matter, I know that, but my master is good to me even though I don't deserve it. He ordered me not to move, and left the room. I was so horny and hard, I really thought that I was going to just shoot cum everywhere. I had his piss all over my face, in my hair, on my chest, dripping everywhere. I was a mess. I was the ultimate example of a total pig. Cold, wet, exploited, shivering, emotionally broken down, but yet appreciative. A long time passed, slowly I began to dry. Periodically I would hear him pouring more water from the pitcher to his glass. I felt bad that I wasn't there to do it for him. That's one of my jobs. He came back in the bathroom, I was still kneeling, and mostly dry. The smell of his dried piss was all over me, marking his property. He does own me after all. He grabbed the red rubber douche bag, unscrewed the hose, and began to piss into the bag. I couldn't believe how much piss he had in him. "ASS UP HEAD DOWN!" he ordered. I quickly got in position. He got in the tub with me, straddling my body. As I looked at the floor of the tub, I was staring at his beautiful feet, standing in droplets of his own piss...wanting to lick the piss off of his feet. I have so much trust in him, I was in my own world, not even paying attention to him as he played with my ass and inserted the tube. That's part of being a pig I guess. I heard the click of the valve being released, open, and soon felt my insides being completely filled with master's hot precious piss. I can't even describe how warm and secure it made me feel... content to be as always, in his total control. I was starting to feel really full, almost a little discomfort. I wouldn't complain though, what could be better than to be that full of piss from the master you worship. The discomfort was just a tiny sacrifice to prove my respect and appreciation. He clicked the valve off and set the bag aside. He told me to hold it. I tried, and did well, until he started to finger my ass. His piss was spraying out a little here and there. "ARE YOU LEAKING?" he asked, taunting me, "I TOLD YOU TO HOLD IT" I started to explain, "I'M TRYING BUT..." he interrupted "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I was getting so turned on, so horny, just realizing that here I was with my hot master, his toy, and completely filled with his piss... Before I could even imagine what was going to happen next he crouched down and slowly stuck his cock right up my ass. As he started to slowly ram it in and out, his precious piss was spilling out all over the place. I tried to tighten up so I wouldn't spill more, but my efforts were useless. I was watching his hot piss running down the bottom of the tub between my legs. I was feeling like such a useless pig. I wanted so bad to hold it as he told me to, but I couldn't stop it. I was worried that I was disappointing him once again. Slowly he began to moan and really get into it, with his piss spilling everywhere. He sounded so excited and so turned on, my worries disappeared and the moment began to consume me. Once again this pig was getting overwhelmed with the whole situation. An ass full of piss, my master's cock pounding my ass, and moans that proved beyond any doubt that he was having a good time. When my master is having a good time, it just drives me wild. Abruptly he stopped. He stood up, and stepped out of the tub. As he walked out of the bathroom, he said under his breath. "CLEAN YOURSELF OFF." I took a deep breath and stood up. I was a total mess. I was too covered in piss to even step onto the floor. I had to empty the rest of his piss right there in the tub. It broke my heart to let go of it, but I did. I felt a sense of accomplishment. When my master moans, it makes me feel like a good pig. I never get overconfident though, if anything, it inspires me to be even better. Feeling like I had done a good job, I was happy. I just felt great, and slowly unbuckled my wrist and ankle cuffs, and one by one threw them over into the sink, then I removed my slave collar. I took a hot shower and cleaned up real nice for my master. I wanted to get back on the bed with him, all warm and clean. When I finished, I cleaned up the cuffs and collar, dried myself off, and returned to the bedroom. I stood at the end of the bed, and with determination, put my collar and cuffs back on. I wanted to show him that pig was reporting again for duty. When I was done, I got face down on the bed beside him, but of course respectfully, with my head at the foot of the bed, and trying not to take up much room. Like a loyal dog, this pig takes comfort in being near his master, even when nothing is happening. He rested his feet on my back, and just watched the porn movie that was playing. I didn't move. I was peacefully still, my face buried in the sheets, just enjoying the moment. I wanted it to go on forever. After our rest, he ordered me to move towards the center of the bed and stay on my stomach. He lubed up my ass and started to play. It was a few moments before I had realized, that he was not using his hand, but using his foot...to see how much of his foot he could get up my bitch hole. He started to laugh at me, but it never bothers me. I love to turn him on, and love to entertain him, and it felt so good to be comfortable with him, and so good to be his toy. Soon he ordered me to turn around. When I turned around he ordered me to clean his foot. With enthusiasm, I licked his toes, and the bottom of his foot. I got it as wet as I could, and opened wide so that he could stick his foot in my mouth. I tried so hard to get as much of his foot in my mouth as possible. I tried too hard. I scraped his foot with my teeth. "YOU FUCKING CUNT! BE CAREFUL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I held his foot with both of my hands, and continued to lick and suck his foot carefully. The whole time, gently rubbing his foot lovingly while holding it with the other, to show him how sorry I was. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me higher up on the bed and pushed my face down in the pillows. Once again he grabbed that 9 x 8 dildo and started lubing it up, and lubing up my ass. I reached and grabbed the poppers, and had a short blast. At this point in our time together, I was pretty loosened up even without poppers. He was working it really good, and quite deep and suddenly paused. He reached down on the floor to grab his one dry sock and reached for the ethyl chloride. He sprayed it heavily on his sock, concentrating it in one spot, drenched. He reached and grabbed my collar with one hand, and with his other hand, cupped the ethyl covered sock over my mouth. There was no getting away from him, and of course I didn't want to. I was being taken, being assaulted, being drugged, unable to resist his power, and not wanting to either. I am his to take total control of. It was sprayed so strong, I could feel it burn my lungs. I took three deep breaths. In through my mouth covered with the sock, and out through my nose. This avoids wasting any when I exhale. At the end of the third breath, he started to release his hand over my mouth, but being a hungry bitch, I wanted more. I buried my face into his hand, pressing hard. I wanted to show him that he was taking me with full consent. I was going to be his drugged fuck toy, a helpless defenseless pig. I don't need to defend myself though, as I've said, my master would never harm me. Deep inside, I get even harder when he does take me by force, holding that ethyl sock over my mouth. I love it when he rapes me by force. But his judgment is better than my own, and he watches out for me even when I don't watch out for myself. He pulled his hand away, so that I couldn't breathe anymore of the ethyl. Now a drugged and wild horny out of control pig, I was so fucking hungry for that 9 x 8. I pushed hard to get myself opened up, and I could hear him gasp with excitement and shock. This bitch was takin' it! I was ravenous, and started to buck and growl, acting like a rabid dog, an out of control animal. I was taking it so well, he finally pulled out the dildo, and started to work his hand up my ass. There is nothing I want more than to do this for him. It's something we both want. It is going to be a very special moment when we do it. I want it so desperately I get out of control. Luckily, he keeps his head on straight, and realizes that we have to be patient so that pig doesn't get injured. I could feel him getting closer and closer, deeper and deeper, but then it started to get painful. Defiantly and without permission, I grabbed the ethyl spray and his sock, and sprayed that sock till it was wet. I took a few deep breaths and suddenly felt the wave come over me, I was now completely inhuman. Pure animal. Without permission I spoke, loudly, begging my master, "DO IT! DO IT! I KNOW WE CAN DO THIS! GO AHEAD! DO IT! I WANT TO DO THIS FOR YOU SO FUCKING BAD!" He slowed down, pulled back a bit, and stopped. Slowly, he pulled his hand out. We did not get all the way. He was silent. As a few minutes elapsed, my mind came back to reality, but he was still silent. He just was still. I began to reflect at my outburst. Realizing what a bad pig I had just been. Risking injury, defying his power. I began to remember when this happened earlier, and I took the belt. I can handle the belt, but I can't handle making angry the master who I worship. He said nothing. Sometimes he lets me off the hook. I don't know why. I suspect that maybe he realizes that sometimes I mean well, and just get out of control. We relaxed, and as minutes went by, I began to really feel the need to piss. I asked for permission and was denied. Time went by, and the need to piss was so intense I couldn't think of anything else, so I had to ask him again for permission. "OK - YOU CAN PISS - BUT YOU KNOW THE DRILL!" I do know the drill. If I have to piss during our time together, I must piss in a bowl and then drink it. I went and got a bowl, went into the bathroom and in seconds, filled the entire bowl with piss. I returned to the bedroom. Usually we keep pissplay in the bathroom. When I came back into the bedroom he looked surprised. "WHERE IS YOUR PISSBOWL PIG?" I replied "IN THE BATHROOM" He looked at me in disgust and said, "WELL GET ON YOUR FUCKIN HANDS AND KNEES AND GO GET IT!" I got on my hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom. I had to hold the full bowl with one hand and crawl back on my knees, using my other hand to balance me. I have never moved so slowly and carefully, thinking of the $4,000 check I wrote last year to carpet this place. When I got back into the bedroom, he was relaxing on the bed watching me carefully. "GET A TOWEL AND PUT IT ON THE FLOOR - PUT THE BOWL ON THE TOWEL!" It took me a few moments, but I was able to get that accomplished. He came over to where I was on the floor, and told me to kneel in front of the bowl. He got behind me, and grabbed me by the collar, twisting it until I began to feel lightheaded. He let go and ordered me to lean over and drink the piss. Slowly I leaned forward, and just as I got my face over the bowl, he put his hand on the back of my head and forced my face into the bowl of piss. With my nose and mouth completely immersed, I could not breathe. He held me there and ordered me to drink. Soon, I realized that he was not going to let me up to breath, I would have to drink it quickly to lower the level of piss in the bowl to allow myself to breathe. It didn't take more than four or five big slurps, until I could breathe. I stopped to catch my breath, and at that moment, he shoved his dick into my ass and started fucking me again. While he's fucking me, he commented, "IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE FINISHED - START DRINKING" I'm trying to drink piss from a bowl without spilling while he is slowly fucking my ass. I am fucking out of my mind and out of control wanting to shoot my load, but too busy slurping up piss. Finally I finished, and took a deep breath. He ordered me to lick the bowl clean, and I did. "GET ON YOUR BACK!" he ordered. Quickly I complied. Flat on my back, on the floor, staring at the ceiling, poppers close by. He grabbed me by the balls and started to squeeze. I started to moan, and really thought I was going to cum. While squeezing with one hand, he started to lightly hit my balls with the palm of his other hand. It was a delicious pain. Such a sweet deep pain. I reached for the poppers and started to moan. For several moments I was pure heaven. He then told me to jerk off. OH FUCK! This was going to be great. I began stroking it and he continued working my balls real hard. I took a hit of poppers and kept going. While holding my balls and pulling them with one hand, he reached up and grabbed my collar, twisting and pulling it until I was almost sitting up and in his arms. Both hands going tighter, there was no avoiding it anymore. Cum went exploding in all directions. Releasing a build up for days, not to mention after being on the verge for several hours or heavy duty play. I collapsed on the floor, totally spent, totally used up. While I was still on the floor on my back, he sat on the end of the bed. We had a nice talk, though it was mostly about my failings as a pig. Where I fall short, where I need to improve. I finally admitted to him that I knew I wasn't doing a very good job. He was glad that I understood. He was really nice about it, not mean at all. Still, I felt bad, knowing how I disappoint him often. But it gives me something to work towards. My only purpose is to please him.