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On 7/7/2023 at 1:07 AM, prettyboyindy said:

Chapter 2

I was sitting across from Earl at his table, now. Part of me was sad that I couldn't see his cock anymore and the other part was relieved. I'm a professional performing an important community service, and I wasn't going to get distracted by something like that. I was talking to him more about what our non-profit offers, and the whole time I was trying not to think about what it would feel like to have a cock head that big in my ass. I could think about it tonight while my boyfriend "fucked" me—right now, I just had to give him our spiel and get the hell out.

"We believe that a single mistake should not define someone's life, and that you represent one of the most marginalized communities in the country. We offer community outreach, job education, and general quality of living assistance so that your transition into the outside world can be more pleasurable-pleasant. Sorry, I misspoke." 

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I just mean that... I don't know, that we're qualified to help you with stuff you need now that you're out of jail."

"I need to get my dick wet. Can you help with that?" 

Fuck. Earl even said it out loud! This wasn't the first time that I'd been hit on by a client—it sort of comes with the territory when you're a teen boy working with sex offenders for a living. It's so common that I even get offended when they don't flirt back. But Earl was being so open about it in a way that none of the others didn't dare. What do I say?

"Umm..." I couldn't deny how bad I wanted this. In a way, we both had power over each other. His power—that I knew he was already a disgusting rapist—made me afraid. My power—that I knew I could always claim I was raped, and enjoy this without worrying about getting caught—made me aroused. The combination made my heart beat as hard as I'd ever felt it. My tight, shaved asshole was literally throbbing. Fuck, I wanted to feel my hole get reshaped by the most immoral man I'd ever met. And what was up with that biohazard tattoo? It's not like he could seriously hurt me by fucking me, right?

I had to be professional. If he was gonna try to fuck me, he could try: if I consented, it wouldn't be as erotic anyway. I would be able to say truthfully that I was a good caseworker and I'd be able to enjoy being raped even more. But I was gonna at least pretend like I wasn't trying to get this evil motherfucker to breed me.

"No, I'm not allowed to help with that. I'm sorry, sir!"

"You don't have to help, babyboy. It's enough just looking at you. Twice as pretty as anyone I had in the joint. I'll take care of myself, if you don't mind." He spat in his palm and started stroking his huge dick slowly. His head was poking out from the table. Fuck... it took all the strength I had not to crawl under the table and glue my tongue to his balls. I could smell his musk from six feet away. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He smelled so good. I was in serious danger.

"Sir..."

"Keep calling me that. A lot of pretty cunts called me that when I was doing time. I wouldn't breed them if they didn't call me that."

"You didn't use condoms?"

"I never use condoms."

"Oh fuck..." I was way over my head. This evil fucking rapist was literally everything I've ever wanted in a sexual partner. I couldn't help but think that if he forced himself on me, I wouldn't fight back at all.

"Maybe you need sex education assistance?"

"Pointless. I'm gay and I'm not getting any cunt pregnant. As for STDs... let's just say I'm not worried."

He was looking right at me.

"Are you gonna drink that, babyboy? I'd be offended if you didn't."

He was right. My job is to help people, and that means earning their trust.

"Of course, sir." He stroked his huge, uncut cock faster when he heard me say that. I took the double shot in one gulp.

"Good boy," he said.

I felt funny. My ass felt loose and I felt my head feel warm and cloudy.

"This drink is really strong, sir..."

"That's because I put 10 mg of Ambien in it, boy. You aren't gonna remember a lick of this, but you're gonna love it."

Shit. Did this pervert really drug me? I felt the effects more and more but only felt more turned on. Oh god... what was about to happen to me?

"Come here, pretty young faggot." In what seemed like an instant, I was in his strong arms, being carried into the bedroom of his shabby apartment.

"You're about to find out why they gave Daddy 10 years." 

All I could do was stare at his fat, throbbing cock, and thank God (or Lucifer) that I was about to get raped by it.

TBC

(Thanks for the positive feedback, it's good to know other people are as degenerate as me 🙂)

 

 

 

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On 7/23/2023 at 5:54 AM, prettyboyindy said:

Chapter 5

FOURTEEN HOURS LATER

He kept his promise. Earl didn't just use me as his sex toy, he used me as furniture. If he needed to cum, he bent me over and drained his balls deep in my ass. If he needed to piss (Earl drank a lot of beer), he grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open. If he wanted a seat, he always sat on my face. It was hypnotizing. The smell of sweat, musk, and sex around his hole made me light-headed. 

He'd split me open. His fat cock had drilled me so many times, it stopped tightening. I would look at myself in the mirror and watch the cum leak out of my gaping, throbbing hole. He even came in and made me eat it off his fingers. I never imagined someone was could treat people so brutally. Knowing he had done it before turned me on even more.  His dick brainwashed me, and he could tell. He kept pushing boundaries.

At one point, after he pulled the tip of his throbbing cock out of my ass, he lifted his arm up.

"It's not big enough. I wanna fuck your hole up forever. I don't want you to take another dick without thinking about me."

He spat on my hole again. He joined the fingers of his hand together and pushed even harder. I felt a warm, radiating pleasure go deeper and deeper inside me.

"None of my cum leaks out of you. I'm pushing it all the way inside you, fag boy."

I nodded my head in obedience. He saw how weak I was in that moment and took advantage of it.

"Boy," he said in a growling voice as I felt his knuckles at least a foot deep in my guts. "Ask me what my tattoo means. My biohazard symbol."

I had been wondering about that. I knew his dick was dangerous when I saw it, but I didn't think there was any deeper meaning that that.

"Sir... what does your biohazard symbol mean?

He grinned like the Devil and stared at me.

"It means I'm going to fuck you up for life, kiddo. I'm gonna turn you into a whore forever. I'm going to give you the gift of freedom. You'll never be stuck with a limp-dicked boyfriend again, babyboy. You'll be a perverted slut like me for the rest of your life."

I could feel his elbow on my ring. It felt like it was working its way into my brain.

"I'm poz. I've been off my meds for ten years."

I'd been in ecstasy before now, but I started to shudder. He had HIV? That horrible disease? The reason my boyfriend wore condoms? I thought about what he said more. A whore forever? I'd been his whore the whole day and I'd never felt so good...

"You... came in me..."

Was I gonna be like him? Would this make me his toy forever?

"I did, babyboy," he said. "I'm working it deep in you right now. So there's no doubt. I'm gonna breed you, boy."

I was paralyzed with fear and excitement. This was the peak of my degenerate urges. This was my ticket to a lifetime of satisfying my darkest desires. I would be in pure bliss, forever. My rapist, the sex offender who kidnapped and used me like a fleshlight for almost a full day, would be able to make me a whore for life.

I couldn't resist. I wasn't strong enough.

I reached my arms forward and grabbed his arms, pulling him closer.

"Cum in me more, sir. You'll have more to work in with that big, strong arm of yours. Knock me up. Make me your evil young slut forever."

His dick got hard in a second. He jumped on me, putting his hands around my throat and pulling my hole onto his cock. He didn't move his hips. He literally used me like a fleshlight.

"Good boy," he whispered into my ear. He came ropes inside me twice in fifteen minutes, and then again on the couch after an hour.

TBC

 

 

So far today, three loads wanked off over this story, and all scooped-up and eaten. Fucking awesome depraved sexy story that needs continuing as my balls are refilling...

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