Hank The Beast

[Guest]

--This is my first time writing porn. So, if it sucks...y'all just give me a slow clap and move on. This is a work of fiction and should be viewed as such. Thanks!--

I knew I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t resist the urge or the desire I had. I stepped out of my truck and slowly made my way through the darkness. Above me, the soft white moonlight offered some light as I listened carefully for the sound of anything beyond the wind rustling through the trees. In the darkness, I could smell the warm embers of a fire that was slowly burning out, though I couldn’t see where it was coming from. In the back of my mind, the sensible side of me was urging me to leave. I had heard the stories, I knew the danger and yet desire kept me going to my destination, the cabin in the woods. It was, after all, where he lived.

Or at least, he was rumored to live here. He was rumored to be Hank, a man with a lumberjack build, red hair that fell down his back and a unshaven beard that gave him a sinister appearance. As he was cooped-up in his cabin away from others, there was reportedly an urge he would act on - if you came pawing around at night. Some described his tastes as dark and violent and for some, but others described his tastes as the best sex they’ve ever had.

Married for years, I had never acted on any of my inner desires. I never wanted to risk the health of my wife or to destroy our family, but with the wife visiting her sister in Memphis and having taken the kids with her, the beast in the woods seemed like a good way to get the sex I needed, without running the risk of encountering anyone else out there. The idea of a rough and animalistic first time made things a little more enticing. That’s when I saw the cabin, just up the way. Well, it was more of a shack with a wood frame tossed together and the roof looking like it had seen better days. I could see a light in the window and the movement of a shadow. The sound of alarms was going off in my head, but still I decided to push forward.

Making my way to the door, I raised my hand to knock, but it opened on its own.

“What are you doing here?” a booming voice demanded.

I could sense some anger and irritation in the voice. Part of me worried that the stories about the man were dead wrong. At 5’10”, 230 pounds of bulk, I looked good but knew I was no match for the monster within. I slowly backed away from the door shaking my head.

“So you heard about ole Hank and you thought you might come and get some of his dick. Didn’t you faggot?” the voice boomed.

From the shadows of the doorway, the man came out. A grizzly of a man, he stood 6’4” his red hair pulled back, eyes that were a piercing blue. His mouth stuck in a permanent scowl and a long unruly red beard. From where I stood, I could see the muscles beneath his clothing and knew this bear of a man could do some serious damage to me.

“I really didn’t mean to-“ I tried to offer, but he grabbed me with his large, paw-like hand, and yanked me through the door. I hit the floor hard. At the same time I heard the door slam and the loud snap of the lock. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the light in the room. The home reeked of piss and sweat, which, considering there presumably wasn’t any running water, was hardly a surprise. As I looked-up, about to get to my feet, I found myself staring at Hank's crotch. Unsure of exactly how this would go down, I moved to stand up, but Hank shoved me hard, back down to the floor, and lifting my head up, forcing my mouth open. It was painful and uncomfortable, but then I when I heard him clear his throat and felt the thick spit slam into my mouth, I had a better sense of our roles.

“Swallow my spit, faggot.” He snarled.

Under his trance, I did as I was told. His spit tasted of chew and was thick, and not surprisingly, my stomach turned slightly, but I didn’t dare object to anything that the man wanted to do.

“If you want to leave, leave now,” he growled, but then continued adding “This is your one chance to apologize for interrupting me. If you don’t, you are mine to use brutally throughout the night.”

With that, he motioned for the door. I held my breath for a moment. I looked at the door and back to the beast in front of me. Running my hand through my short brown hair, I thought for a second and finally said “I want this.”

Grabbing me by my mustache, he yanked me to my feet. I grimaced slightly and he shoved his mouth against my hard. His kisses tasted like an ashtray and I tried to focus on kissing him hard, while hoping that the aftertaste wouldn’t be there when my wife returned the following day. Then, grabbing me like I weighed nothing, Hank picked me up and slammed me hard onto his bed. The air went out of me for a second and I struggled to focus on him. Hearing a knife click open, I could feel my heart race and I was prepared to struggle. As the blade began to rip the clothing off my body, I knew I better give up on being modest. He looked down at my hairy, beefy body and snorted his sense of approval. All that was left was a pair of white briefs that were stained with pre-cum and a bulge that wanted desperately to be touched.

In turn, he pulled off his shirt and revealed a thick coat of red fur on his massive chest and arms. The smell of old sweat clung to his skin and as he grabbed my head and shoved them into his pits, I noticed that they tasted as acidic and rank as they smelled. Yet I craved the taste and lapped at them hungrily, wanting Hank more with every passing second.

Taking a step back, he slid off his jeans. His legs were as hair and as massive as the rest of him. His cock was an uncut stub that was about six inches and thick. Large droplets of prec-um clung to it. Grabbing my head again he guided it with force to his throbbing member. As my mouth surrounded it, I let my tongue explore. It tasted like piss and sweat, but I felt no inclination to resist, and instead worked on his knob hard. I imagined the reaction my wife would be giving me if she knew I was doing to this ginger giant’s cock. Sensing I was slowing down, he began to hit the back of my throat hard with his cock and I was once again lost in the moment of his rhythm and force. His large, heavy balls were slapping my chin and I was struggling to keep up with him. The urge to breathe becoming intense. Finally he pulled my head off and I gasped for air, with a mixture of pre-cum and spit dripping from my gaping mouth.

“You suck cock pretty good faggot,” Hank smirked and spat in my open mouth.

Instinctively I swallowed. “Thank you, sir.”

He stood me up and looked at me. Eyeing me up and down and then dropped me to my knees again where he squat over my face, shoving his sweaty hole in front of me. Without thinking, I shoved my tongue in the hole and began to eat it hard. The sweat and the smell invaded my nostrils, but the beast had so much control over me, I couldn’t and felt no desire to deny him. I ate his hole for about five minutes, or until he began bucking hard, which I took to mean he was enjoying himself. Then moving, he lifted me off the floor again.

“It’s time I marked my territory,” he growled.

His words sent chills down my spine.

Shoving me hard, I hit the bed and as my legs instinctively went up, he held them in place, ripped off my underwear, and then I felt one of his hairy paws start to pry at my hole. I struggled slightly, as the pain was a little more than I anticipated, and Hank knew it, laughingly remarking “Well, I’ll be damned, your pussy is a virgin.”

“I’m married,” I explained nervously, adding “I’ve never been with a guy before.”

“Well, you make a hell of a cocksucker faggot,” Hank snorted. “Don’t worry. I’ll breed this little neg pussy of yours and give you a nice baby to take home to your wife. You can share it with her.”

“I don’t think I will be telling my wife a thing about tonight,” I whispered.

Hank just laughed and spat on his hard cock several times, lubing it with some thick ropes of spit, and then, with a final spat on his hands, he roughly slipped a finger into my ass, loosening me up. Then he removed his finger, positioned me, and shoved his hard cock all the way into my ass. I saw stars for a few moments and the pain was all but blinding. My legs trembled as my asshole underwent the assault, and involuntarily I groaned in fear, but Hank held in me firmly, and restricted my squirming, until the pain receded and he looked from above me.

“You okay faggot?” he asked with a snarl.

I nodded.

Slowly, he withdrew himself. The sensation was intense. I could feel every pulse and movement of his hard cock pumping in my hole. Part of my brain wanted to scream, but my eyes were locked on his eyes, and he reached down and yanked hard on my nipples which gave me a euphoric sense of pleasure. As Hank felt me relaxing, he continued to pump his hard cock into my asshole. Soon the rhythm was utterly pleasurable, and I felt an unexpected stimulation deep in my body, a stimulation I took to be the result of his thick cock smacking into my prostate. To my surprise, and without any internal warning, I shot a load all over my chest. Hank laughed heatedly and reached down, scooping some up and used it to re-lube his dick and sampled a taste.

Then he went back to driving my hole his with hard cock. It seemed like an eternity. His sweat dripped down on me and the thick ropes of spit which he spat into my mouth, only to be followed by his tongue invaded my mouth. Finally, I could hear his breathing tense-up and he pawed my cock hard. “You’re going to get knocked up now,” he moaned.

I then felt him slam hard and could feel his cock bursting in me. The warmth and size of his massive amount was intense. He held me still, his cock fully embedded in my ass, not withdrawing or moving until his cock grew soft and slid out on it's own. Then sticking his fingers in my hole, he shoved a finger in there, scratching me gently and causing me to wince a few times.

“Making sure my bitch gets pregnant,” he smiled.

Then pulling me to my feet, he smacked me hard on the ass and led me to his door. Picking up my torn clothing, he tossed them to me and without another word, tossed me out of the shack.

It wasn’t long after that I would experience a severe case of the flu. I wrote it off as being around the man and his dirty nature. Soon my wife became ill with the flu and, oddly enough, shortly thereafter my best friend, but I never told her about what happened that night in the woods.

It wasn’t until the blood testing some years later that we found out that we both had HIV. I know how we got it, but she mentioned cheating on me a couple of times over the years and assumed that is how she picked it up and begged for my forgiveness. I told her I forgave her. Approaching Hank after the fact, he informally adopted me as his son. In his honor, I ended up with a tattoo of a red grizzly bear, further marking his territory.

Edited June 24, 2014 by Hotload84

[evilqueerpig]

It doesn't suck in the least......if you'd care to continue exploits with Hank or post something completely different, I'd be interested in reading more,

[Guest]

Thanks for that. I'll keep writing and am open to settings and suggestions too. It was fun to write

[lungfucker]

Really well-written! And original! And hot! Love the twist at the end. You have real talent. Thanks for sharing!

[Guest]

Thank you for reading and enjoying it! My nerves were a mess when I posted it

[pisces bearcub]

Really good. I look forward to reading more from you.

[pghpigbtm]

nicely done for your first time! hope to see lots more by you in the future.

[seattlebbbtm]

Well written and sexually stimulating. Hope this storyline continues

[Guest]

Thank you all for the kind words. I really appreciate them. I will definitely work on something new here very soon and continue with Hank also.

[Hotload84]

Well done, Azguy. There may be some, but honestly I don't recall any other stories that contain the twist with the wife and best friend - very original! Keep up the good work.

[breedbaltimore]

Good writing, got me hard. hope you write some more!

[Guest]

Glad to hear it made you hard. The twist was just very random and just popped out when I was typing up the ending. If you guys have any suggestions for Hank, I am all ears.

[pozthisbear]

Awesome. Really well done.

[BTM4CUM]

Something to look forward! ....

[Guest]

Thank you very much guys.