This is a very early one in my collection. It was posted to alt.sex.stories back in the mid 1990s. I am not the author.
Fist Raped Straight Hitchhiker
by
Dracthyus
I picked up the hitchhiker at about ten o'clock. He looked
exhausted, and pretty young. The UCLA T-Shirt told me a lot about him:
college student, probably an athlete. Just what I was looking for. I
pulled over and threw open the passenger door.
"Where you going?" I asked as he threw his duffel in the back.
"I'm heading for mexico," he said, confirming another guess of
mine, "but San Diego will be fine."
"Sure thing. I'm going to Diego myself," I said. "My name's
Dan."
He sat down and stretched his long, muscular legs out. "I'm
John. Thanks for the ride. I can pay for gas."
"Not a problem. Just glad I could help."
We bullshitted for a while. He was going to mexico for
"school." I was going home after a long trip. He was straight, so was
I, so I said. I finally got him to admit, just a little, that he might
be going south of the border to score some pot. Then, checking the
rear-view, I pulled a joint out of the glove compartment, and offered
it to him. I didn't think he'd been the type to turn down a free
joint, and he took a pretty heavy drag on it. Thanks to some additives
I had thrown in, he was asleep in a few minutes. Then I turned around
on the freeway, and went to my place. Not far away. No one saw me pick
him up, no one followed me.
Being pretty beefy, I was able to carry him into the house
from the garage, and get him in the big arm chair. He was starting to
come around, so I quickly tied his wrists to the arms of the chair,
and his ankles to the front legs of it.
"Hey, man... what's going on?" he said, starting to realize
what was up. I just smiled at him, and knelt between his legs. "What
are you doing?" he asked, frantically, as I rubbed his crotch,
feeling the length of his cock. It was soft, but as I rubbed it, it
started getting harder.
"Doesn't this feel good, John?" I asked, letting my fingertips
gently trace the length of it. "I know it feels good. You're getting
hard."
"Look man, I'm no fag. Let me out of here, NOW," he said,
trying to get all butch and macho. I smiled again, and began to
unbutton his shorts. "No! Stop it now!" he said, sounding less
confident.
I slowly unzipped his shorts, and pulled his shorts down to
mid-thigh, with him yelling the whole time. His cock was straining at
his briefs, nice and big and thick. And hard. I ran both of my hands
over it, gently stroking it. John moaned, unable to help himself.
"I can make it feel real good, John," I said, as I continued
to arouse him. "Want to have your cock sucked? Want to have it in my
hot mouth, John?"
"No... no, don't," he said, over and over, sounding less and
less convincing each time. I pulled down his briefs, and saw his big
cock unrestrained. It stood straight up, the head purple and swollen.
"God, stop. Just stop, please."
His cock looked so vulnerable, so helpless. I leaned forward,
and as he closed his eyes, I ran the tip of my tongue over the head of
it. He moaned, and his hips thrust upwards, trying to get more contact
with my mouth. I pulled back, and stopped touching him.
"What... what are you doing, man?" he asked, looking at me.
"What you said. I'm stopping," I said. "Unless you ask me, I
won't do anything else."
I could see the struggle inside of him. His balls were hanging
heavy, big with the load of cream I was inspiring in him. His cock was
throbbing with the force of the blood pounding in it, and it had to be
driving him crazy. "N... no. No, man. I'm no fag... "
I leaned forward, and held my tongue out, and brought it close
to his cock, pulling back as his hips thrust for it. "I think your
cock wants to be sucked, John. It's so big, and hard, and it's so
ready, John. Just tell me you want me to suck on it."
He threw his head back, and closed his eyes, tears starting
down his cheeks. "All right... please... suck me... "
He was instantly gratified. I leaned forward, and took his
magnificent cock into my hot, wet mouth. He thrust into me, and I
sucked him deep, taking him into my throat. He moaned, and I began to
bob my head up and down on his big dick, sucking and slurping loudly
on it. Judging by his loud moans and the thrusting of his hips, it was
one of the best blow jobs he'd ever gotten. With my hands, I cupped
his heavy balls, slowly stroking them with my soft fingertips,
caressing them, feeling them settle in my palm.
I sucked harder, taking his cock down my throat again and
again, squeezing the base of his cock between thumb and middle finger.
God, he was hard in my mouth! The salty taste of him, the pre-cum
oozing out of his piss-hole... I was hard as a rock myself, shortly.
John kept thrusting into my throat, moaning, his eyes closed, trying
to imagine that the person sucking his cock was anything but a man, I
suppose.
As he thrust his hips up off of the chair, I slowly worked my
slippery fingers back, behind his balls, caressing the sensitive skin,
until I was tracing little circles around his puckered little anus.
His moaning raised in pitch... took on a worried tone, as well it
should have. I took my mouth off of his cock for a moment, stroking it
with my other hand.
"I'm going to do your ass, John," I said, as he thrust his cock
through my tight fist. "It's going to hurt." Then I took his cock into
my mouth, and deep into my throat again, so that his response was lost
to his gasp of pleasure.
I started slow... working one finger into his asshole. He
squirmed a bit more, but it made him thrust harder into my mouth. He
thrust harder and harder until my entire finger was buried in his
rectum, and then I started to finger-fuck his little hole. He may
actually have been enjoying it, to judge by the noises he made. Then I
added a second finger.
He yelled in pain, and his cock actually softened a bit! I
sucked harder, and gave him the finger slowly, stroking his balls
softly with my free hand. He struggled against his bonds, but to no
avail. "God, stop it! DON'T!" he yelled, as the rest of the second
finger thrust up into his ass.
I had no desire to answer... this was the stuff that I wanted
to hear. I sucked him deeper and harder, and began the third finger.
"NO! No, man, don't! PLEASE!" he yelled. The third finger I thrust in
brutally, and I felt the untrained anus start to quiver with pain
around my three fingers. When I thrust in the fourth, all he could do
was scream like a woman, which was what I had wanted.
Four fingers up his ass, and his cock still hard in my mouth,
he may have realized what was next. He redoubled his struggled against
the rope on his wrists and ankles... still helplessly. I tie good
knots, and I buy good rope. "No... take it out... God, you're HURTING
ME! STOP!"
The last thing I was going to do was stop. I folded my thumb
across my palm, and began to really apply my strength. That high-
pitched woman-like scream came back, louder, as my whole hand slipped
roughly into his ass. Sucking his cock deep, I curled my fingers into
a fist up his ass.
"AAAAAAA! Oh, Jesus... PLEASE! GOD, PLEASE STOP! OOAAAAAAA!!!"
Oh, I love to hear those sounds. His body was straining so hard, to
lift free of my fist, which just shoved him deeper up my throat and
gave me room to get more of my arm under him. I wasn't nearly done...
as far as I was concerned, the foreplay was over. I got my free hand
under his ass, lifting him higher, until I could brace my elbow on the
cushion under him. "AAAAAA! PLEASE! OH, my GOD! STOP IT! STOP IT!"
With his shorts and briefs around his mid-thighs, and his
ankles tied wide to the front legs of the chair, all that he had
keeping him from being impaled on my forearm was the strength of his
arms. If he slipped, if he got tired or weakened, his asshole would
rip, torn as it slid down forcefully around my beefy forearm. I could
already feel a trickle of blood down my arm. And I kept sucking his
cock, hard and fast.
His cries became high-pitched moans of pain, and I took him
hard and deep into my throat, my tongue working quickly at the
underside of his cock, hot and wet. He was past speech, he was just
into moaning and whining in pain, as his arms began to quiver with the
strain of holding his weight up. If something were to suddenly weaken
him, his ass would be rammed full of my fist and arm. I wriggled my
hand inside of him, one finger uncurling to tickle at his prostate
gland, and I felt it start to happen. My free hand held his heavy
balls, and I felt them start to twitch, to contract.
He began to scream, full out. "NO! STOP! PLEASE!" He knew what
was about to happen. I was surprised by his control... most men can't
bring themselves to ask me to stop at this point, no matter what. His
cock began to spasm, and I took just the head in my mouth, sucking
hard and running my tongue in the cleft.
His cum began to splash against the roof of my mouth, hot and
salty. I sucked it hard, running my tongue around the too-sensitive
ridge of his cock-head. And as he came, his arms gave out, as I knew
they would.
I won't try and describe the scream, I could never do it
justice. His asshole came down with all of his weight around my wrist,
and further... down my forearm, and further down, as I lay my other
arm across his lap, over my head, and brought the weight of my upper-
body down on him as well, driving my arm up his ass to the elbow. I
felt the sticky wetness of his blood starting to flow around my arm,
as my arm was clenched tightly in his bowels. I sucked his cock dry,
letting it pump out every last drop of his hot, salty cream, and
licked the head mercilessly, so that he felt that too-pleasurable
ache throughout his body along with the agony of the fist-rape. It was
too much for him... he passed out.
Well, it wasn't fun to be doing it when he couldn't feel
anything. I lifted him a bit and yanked my arm out of him all at once,
which caused him to moan in relief, even in his unconscious state.
Then I untied him, and went to clean myself up. My arm was quite
sticky and ugly. When I was finished with myself, I untied him,
dragged him to the tub, tied his hands above his head to the rings I
have set in the tile, and cleaned him off. His asshole was unable to
contract to less than the size of a quarter... I fucked him up pretty
good. Then I applied some salve, and ran a tub for him. He awoke when
it was around his chest, at which point I stopped the water.
"Wh... why, man... what are you doing... "
I slowly took off my clothes in front of him, letting him see
my hard cock. "It's easy from here, John," I said, as I kicked my
clothes aside. "That's a nice big tub. I'm going to have a bath with
you, and while we're in the tub, you're going to suck my cock."
"No, man, I don't want to... "
"If you don't suck my cock, then I'll take this bar of soap,
and get my fist all slippery, and spend the rest of the day fist-
fucking your poor little asshole. I'd like that, John. I really
would."
He was quiet, tears in his eyes, as I climbed into my nice big
tub, and started to soap him up. "Now, John, just relax! This can be
so much fun, for both of us. But if you don't relax, and get used to
what's going to happen, I'll have to hurt you again. You don't want me
to hurt you again, do you John?"
"No... " he said, sounding very helpless. I smiled at him, and
kissed his chest. His skin twitched, but he didn't say anything. Then
I rinsed all the soap off, and ran my tongue along the side of his
neck. "That feels good," he admitted, sounding very embarrassed.
I ran my hands all over him under the warm, sudsy water, even
getting him hard again. I had plans for that hard-on... later. Then I
stood up in the tub, my wet, hard cock sticking into his face. "Kiss
it, John. That's all, for now. Just kiss it a little."
He kept his eyes closed, but he could feel the heat of it,
feel the drops of water falling off of it, and onto his chest. He bent
his head forward, and pressed his lips against my cockhead, and kissed
it, gently. It twitched uncontrollably against his mouth, and he
kissed it again, with a little tongue this time, which slid nicely
into my piss-hole. I moaned, and he opened his eyes, looking up into
mine.
"Suck on it, John. You know what to do. Just like to like to
have it done to you. Come on... it won't bite."
He kept looking up into my eyes, looking for my approval, as
he opened his mouth, and I slowly pushed it in, past his lips, into
his hot, wet mouth. He was pretty good... he knew to keep his jaws
opened wide, to keep his teeth away from my dick, and he kept his lips
tight, actually sucking it pretty good. I didn't go into his throat...
I'm not that big. He didn't bob his head back and forth, so I just got
a hand on the back of his head and gently fucked his face, looking
down into his open eyes, staring up at me, until I felt myself
cumming. Then I pulled my cock out of his mouth, and came on his bare,
wet chest.
"That was very good, John," I said. "I need to give you a
reward for doing it so good."
"Uh... uh... thanks, Dan... but just let me go, all right?
It's o.k., just let me go... "
I only smiled at him, and felt between his legs. Still hard. I
grabbed his cock and stroked it's wet, slick hardness in my tight
grip, and watched his breath come up short. "I'll let you go, John...
in a few minutes. Just relax, now."
He wasn't sure what was coming, but he nodded, watching me. I
moved down in the tub a little, crouched down, and rested my anus on
the tip of his cock.
"OH, God, man... I don't want you to do that... " he said, his
eyes wide.
"Oh yes you do, you big, strong man, you," I said, "I can feel
your big, hard cock twitching to get into my tight little ass. I know
you want it."
"Look... thanks, but don't... I don't want to... "
I ran my fingertip through the cum dripping down his chest.
"You don't want to what, John? You don't want to like it? Then don't.
Get soft. Don't cum up my ass. Don't love what you're doing to me,
John."
With that, I let my weight fall on his cock, and I took it up
my ass, slowly. That first bit hurt SO good... he had a nice thick
head on that cock. Then it was just his throbbing shaft between my
cheeks and up my ass, nice and slow, with me clenching down on it so
nice and tight, and he loved it. I saw his eyes close, I heard him
moan in pleasure, and he stayed hard and throbbed up my ass. Then I
grabbed the sides of the tub, and began to get my ass going, up and
down, sliding up and down on his big, hard cock, taking it all the way
up to his balls... the water in the tub sloshed around, faster and
faster, spilling out and wetting the floor, and he moaned louder, and
louder.
"Say you love it, John. Say you love fucking me up the ass,
and you can cum." I slowed it down, gripping his cock just under the
head, clenching my asshole on it hard enough to hurt him.
"Oh, GOD! YES! I LOVE FUCKING YOUR ASS! I LOVE IT!" he yelled,
eyes wide open, nipples erect, not even struggling against the bonds
on his wrists. I smiled wide, and slammed my ass down on his cock a
few more times, which was all it took. I felt his load squirting deep
into my rectum, felt him getting soft inside me.
I held his head, and kissed his lips. He started to turn away,
but I grasped his softening cock with my anus again, and he kissed me
back. I kissed him harder, sticking my tongue into his mouth, and felt
his tongue responding against mine. Then I pulled away, and smiled
down at him.
"You're a fag now, John. You fucked a man, and you loved it.
And you're going to die with your cock up a man's ass."
The first two sentences stung him so hard, that it took a few
seconds for the third sentence to register. I turned the water back
on.
"No... no, please... " he said, as the water that had spilled
out was replaced. "You don't have to do this... I'll do what you want,
I swear... I'll be your guy, whatever, just don't do this... "
The water came up to his face, and he turned his head up,
trying to keep mouth and nose above water. I turned the water off,
watching him stretch his neck, trying to keep his air passages free. I
kissed him again... he just gasped like a fish.
"I'm sorry John, but you're not my type," I said, as I took
the sides of his head in my strong hands. "I'm really a
necrophiliac."
The look on his face was beautiful as I forced his face
underwater... his cock jerked around gloriously in my ass, actually
getting harder a bit - that last struggle for life. His eyes widened,
and he held his breath... but I was very patient. When he had to let
the air out, it left in an underwater scream that burbled to the
surface. He struggled harder, for a second, and his cock thrashing
about in my ass brought me to erection again, and then he was still.
The great thing about this process, is that if you kill them soon
enough after the fist-fuck, rigor-mortis doesn't shrink the anus so
much you can't enjoy it. I'd leave him under the water for a half and
hour or so, just to make absolutely sure, and then I'd take him to
bed. He'll be good for another week, or so, and then he'd find his way
to the ocean's bottom.
And then, I'll need another one.
Fist Raped Straight Hitchhiker
by
Dracthyus
I picked up the hitchhiker at about ten o'clock. He looked
exhausted, and pretty young. The UCLA T-Shirt told me a lot about him:
college student, probably an athlete. Just what I was looking for. I
pulled over and threw open the passenger door.
"Where you going?" I asked as he threw his duffel in the back.
"I'm heading for mexico," he said, confirming another guess of
mine, "but San Diego will be fine."
"Sure thing. I'm going to Diego myself," I said. "My name's
Dan."
He sat down and stretched his long, muscular legs out. "I'm
John. Thanks for the ride. I can pay for gas."
"Not a problem. Just glad I could help."
We bullshitted for a while. He was going to mexico for
"school." I was going home after a long trip. He was straight, so was
I, so I said. I finally got him to admit, just a little, that he might
be going south of the border to score some pot. Then, checking the
rear-view, I pulled a joint out of the glove compartment, and offered
it to him. I didn't think he'd been the type to turn down a free
joint, and he took a pretty heavy drag on it. Thanks to some additives
I had thrown in, he was asleep in a few minutes. Then I turned around
on the freeway, and went to my place. Not far away. No one saw me pick
him up, no one followed me.
Being pretty beefy, I was able to carry him into the house
from the garage, and get him in the big arm chair. He was starting to
come around, so I quickly tied his wrists to the arms of the chair,
and his ankles to the front legs of it.
"Hey, man... what's going on?" he said, starting to realize
what was up. I just smiled at him, and knelt between his legs. "What
are you doing?" he asked, frantically, as I rubbed his crotch,
feeling the length of his cock. It was soft, but as I rubbed it, it
started getting harder.
"Doesn't this feel good, John?" I asked, letting my fingertips
gently trace the length of it. "I know it feels good. You're getting
hard."
"Look man, I'm no fag. Let me out of here, NOW," he said,
trying to get all butch and macho. I smiled again, and began to
unbutton his shorts. "No! Stop it now!" he said, sounding less
confident.
I slowly unzipped his shorts, and pulled his shorts down to
mid-thigh, with him yelling the whole time. His cock was straining at
his briefs, nice and big and thick. And hard. I ran both of my hands
over it, gently stroking it. John moaned, unable to help himself.
"I can make it feel real good, John," I said, as I continued
to arouse him. "Want to have your cock sucked? Want to have it in my
hot mouth, John?"
"No... no, don't," he said, over and over, sounding less and
less convincing each time. I pulled down his briefs, and saw his big
cock unrestrained. It stood straight up, the head purple and swollen.
"God, stop. Just stop, please."
His cock looked so vulnerable, so helpless. I leaned forward,
and as he closed his eyes, I ran the tip of my tongue over the head of
it. He moaned, and his hips thrust upwards, trying to get more contact
with my mouth. I pulled back, and stopped touching him.
"What... what are you doing, man?" he asked, looking at me.
"What you said. I'm stopping," I said. "Unless you ask me, I
won't do anything else."
I could see the struggle inside of him. His balls were hanging
heavy, big with the load of cream I was inspiring in him. His cock was
throbbing with the force of the blood pounding in it, and it had to be
driving him crazy. "N... no. No, man. I'm no fag... "
I leaned forward, and held my tongue out, and brought it close
to his cock, pulling back as his hips thrust for it. "I think your
cock wants to be sucked, John. It's so big, and hard, and it's so
ready, John. Just tell me you want me to suck on it."
He threw his head back, and closed his eyes, tears starting
down his cheeks. "All right... please... suck me... "
He was instantly gratified. I leaned forward, and took his
magnificent cock into my hot, wet mouth. He thrust into me, and I
sucked him deep, taking him into my throat. He moaned, and I began to
bob my head up and down on his big dick, sucking and slurping loudly
on it. Judging by his loud moans and the thrusting of his hips, it was
one of the best blow jobs he'd ever gotten. With my hands, I cupped
his heavy balls, slowly stroking them with my soft fingertips,
caressing them, feeling them settle in my palm.
I sucked harder, taking his cock down my throat again and
again, squeezing the base of his cock between thumb and middle finger.
God, he was hard in my mouth! The salty taste of him, the pre-cum
oozing out of his piss-hole... I was hard as a rock myself, shortly.
John kept thrusting into my throat, moaning, his eyes closed, trying
to imagine that the person sucking his cock was anything but a man, I
suppose.
As he thrust his hips up off of the chair, I slowly worked my
slippery fingers back, behind his balls, caressing the sensitive skin,
until I was tracing little circles around his puckered little anus.
His moaning raised in pitch... took on a worried tone, as well it
should have. I took my mouth off of his cock for a moment, stroking it
with my other hand.
"I'm going to do your ass, John," I said, as he thrust his cock
through my tight fist. "It's going to hurt." Then I took his cock into
my mouth, and deep into my throat again, so that his response was lost
to his gasp of pleasure.
I started slow... working one finger into his asshole. He
squirmed a bit more, but it made him thrust harder into my mouth. He
thrust harder and harder until my entire finger was buried in his
rectum, and then I started to finger-fuck his little hole. He may
actually have been enjoying it, to judge by the noises he made. Then I
added a second finger.
He yelled in pain, and his cock actually softened a bit! I
sucked harder, and gave him the finger slowly, stroking his balls
softly with my free hand. He struggled against his bonds, but to no
avail. "God, stop it! DON'T!" he yelled, as the rest of the second
finger thrust up into his ass.
I had no desire to answer... this was the stuff that I wanted
to hear. I sucked him deeper and harder, and began the third finger.
"NO! No, man, don't! PLEASE!" he yelled. The third finger I thrust in
brutally, and I felt the untrained anus start to quiver with pain
around my three fingers. When I thrust in the fourth, all he could do
was scream like a woman, which was what I had wanted.
Four fingers up his ass, and his cock still hard in my mouth,
he may have realized what was next. He redoubled his struggled against
the rope on his wrists and ankles... still helplessly. I tie good
knots, and I buy good rope. "No... take it out... God, you're HURTING
ME! STOP!"
The last thing I was going to do was stop. I folded my thumb
across my palm, and began to really apply my strength. That high-
pitched woman-like scream came back, louder, as my whole hand slipped
roughly into his ass. Sucking his cock deep, I curled my fingers into
a fist up his ass.
"AAAAAAA! Oh, Jesus... PLEASE! GOD, PLEASE STOP! OOAAAAAAA!!!"
Oh, I love to hear those sounds. His body was straining so hard, to
lift free of my fist, which just shoved him deeper up my throat and
gave me room to get more of my arm under him. I wasn't nearly done...
as far as I was concerned, the foreplay was over. I got my free hand
under his ass, lifting him higher, until I could brace my elbow on the
cushion under him. "AAAAAA! PLEASE! OH, my GOD! STOP IT! STOP IT!"
With his shorts and briefs around his mid-thighs, and his
ankles tied wide to the front legs of the chair, all that he had
keeping him from being impaled on my forearm was the strength of his
arms. If he slipped, if he got tired or weakened, his asshole would
rip, torn as it slid down forcefully around my beefy forearm. I could
already feel a trickle of blood down my arm. And I kept sucking his
cock, hard and fast.
His cries became high-pitched moans of pain, and I took him
hard and deep into my throat, my tongue working quickly at the
underside of his cock, hot and wet. He was past speech, he was just
into moaning and whining in pain, as his arms began to quiver with the
strain of holding his weight up. If something were to suddenly weaken
him, his ass would be rammed full of my fist and arm. I wriggled my
hand inside of him, one finger uncurling to tickle at his prostate
gland, and I felt it start to happen. My free hand held his heavy
balls, and I felt them start to twitch, to contract.
He began to scream, full out. "NO! STOP! PLEASE!" He knew what
was about to happen. I was surprised by his control... most men can't
bring themselves to ask me to stop at this point, no matter what. His
cock began to spasm, and I took just the head in my mouth, sucking
hard and running my tongue in the cleft.
His cum began to splash against the roof of my mouth, hot and
salty. I sucked it hard, running my tongue around the too-sensitive
ridge of his cock-head. And as he came, his arms gave out, as I knew
they would.
I won't try and describe the scream, I could never do it
justice. His asshole came down with all of his weight around my wrist,
and further... down my forearm, and further down, as I lay my other
arm across his lap, over my head, and brought the weight of my upper-
body down on him as well, driving my arm up his ass to the elbow. I
felt the sticky wetness of his blood starting to flow around my arm,
as my arm was clenched tightly in his bowels. I sucked his cock dry,
letting it pump out every last drop of his hot, salty cream, and
licked the head mercilessly, so that he felt that too-pleasurable
ache throughout his body along with the agony of the fist-rape. It was
too much for him... he passed out.
Well, it wasn't fun to be doing it when he couldn't feel
anything. I lifted him a bit and yanked my arm out of him all at once,
which caused him to moan in relief, even in his unconscious state.
Then I untied him, and went to clean myself up. My arm was quite
sticky and ugly. When I was finished with myself, I untied him,
dragged him to the tub, tied his hands above his head to the rings I
have set in the tile, and cleaned him off. His asshole was unable to
contract to less than the size of a quarter... I fucked him up pretty
good. Then I applied some salve, and ran a tub for him. He awoke when
it was around his chest, at which point I stopped the water.
"Wh... why, man... what are you doing... "
I slowly took off my clothes in front of him, letting him see
my hard cock. "It's easy from here, John," I said, as I kicked my
clothes aside. "That's a nice big tub. I'm going to have a bath with
you, and while we're in the tub, you're going to suck my cock."
"No, man, I don't want to... "
"If you don't suck my cock, then I'll take this bar of soap,
and get my fist all slippery, and spend the rest of the day fist-
fucking your poor little asshole. I'd like that, John. I really
would."
He was quiet, tears in his eyes, as I climbed into my nice big
tub, and started to soap him up. "Now, John, just relax! This can be
so much fun, for both of us. But if you don't relax, and get used to
what's going to happen, I'll have to hurt you again. You don't want me
to hurt you again, do you John?"
"No... " he said, sounding very helpless. I smiled at him, and
kissed his chest. His skin twitched, but he didn't say anything. Then
I rinsed all the soap off, and ran my tongue along the side of his
neck. "That feels good," he admitted, sounding very embarrassed.
I ran my hands all over him under the warm, sudsy water, even
getting him hard again. I had plans for that hard-on... later. Then I
stood up in the tub, my wet, hard cock sticking into his face. "Kiss
it, John. That's all, for now. Just kiss it a little."
He kept his eyes closed, but he could feel the heat of it,
feel the drops of water falling off of it, and onto his chest. He bent
his head forward, and pressed his lips against my cockhead, and kissed
it, gently. It twitched uncontrollably against his mouth, and he
kissed it again, with a little tongue this time, which slid nicely
into my piss-hole. I moaned, and he opened his eyes, looking up into
mine.
"Suck on it, John. You know what to do. Just like to like to
have it done to you. Come on... it won't bite."
He kept looking up into my eyes, looking for my approval, as
he opened his mouth, and I slowly pushed it in, past his lips, into
his hot, wet mouth. He was pretty good... he knew to keep his jaws
opened wide, to keep his teeth away from my dick, and he kept his lips
tight, actually sucking it pretty good. I didn't go into his throat...
I'm not that big. He didn't bob his head back and forth, so I just got
a hand on the back of his head and gently fucked his face, looking
down into his open eyes, staring up at me, until I felt myself
cumming. Then I pulled my cock out of his mouth, and came on his bare,
wet chest.
"That was very good, John," I said. "I need to give you a
reward for doing it so good."
"Uh... uh... thanks, Dan... but just let me go, all right?
It's o.k., just let me go... "
I only smiled at him, and felt between his legs. Still hard. I
grabbed his cock and stroked it's wet, slick hardness in my tight
grip, and watched his breath come up short. "I'll let you go, John...
in a few minutes. Just relax, now."
He wasn't sure what was coming, but he nodded, watching me. I
moved down in the tub a little, crouched down, and rested my anus on
the tip of his cock.
"OH, God, man... I don't want you to do that... " he said, his
eyes wide.
"Oh yes you do, you big, strong man, you," I said, "I can feel
your big, hard cock twitching to get into my tight little ass. I know
you want it."
"Look... thanks, but don't... I don't want to... "
I ran my fingertip through the cum dripping down his chest.
"You don't want to what, John? You don't want to like it? Then don't.
Get soft. Don't cum up my ass. Don't love what you're doing to me,
John."
With that, I let my weight fall on his cock, and I took it up
my ass, slowly. That first bit hurt SO good... he had a nice thick
head on that cock. Then it was just his throbbing shaft between my
cheeks and up my ass, nice and slow, with me clenching down on it so
nice and tight, and he loved it. I saw his eyes close, I heard him
moan in pleasure, and he stayed hard and throbbed up my ass. Then I
grabbed the sides of the tub, and began to get my ass going, up and
down, sliding up and down on his big, hard cock, taking it all the way
up to his balls... the water in the tub sloshed around, faster and
faster, spilling out and wetting the floor, and he moaned louder, and
louder.
"Say you love it, John. Say you love fucking me up the ass,
and you can cum." I slowed it down, gripping his cock just under the
head, clenching my asshole on it hard enough to hurt him.
"Oh, GOD! YES! I LOVE FUCKING YOUR ASS! I LOVE IT!" he yelled,
eyes wide open, nipples erect, not even struggling against the bonds
on his wrists. I smiled wide, and slammed my ass down on his cock a
few more times, which was all it took. I felt his load squirting deep
into my rectum, felt him getting soft inside me.
I held his head, and kissed his lips. He started to turn away,
but I grasped his softening cock with my anus again, and he kissed me
back. I kissed him harder, sticking my tongue into his mouth, and felt
his tongue responding against mine. Then I pulled away, and smiled
down at him.
"You're a fag now, John. You fucked a man, and you loved it.
And you're going to die with your cock up a man's ass."
The first two sentences stung him so hard, that it took a few
seconds for the third sentence to register. I turned the water back
on.
"No... no, please... " he said, as the water that had spilled
out was replaced. "You don't have to do this... I'll do what you want,
I swear... I'll be your guy, whatever, just don't do this... "
The water came up to his face, and he turned his head up,
trying to keep mouth and nose above water. I turned the water off,
watching him stretch his neck, trying to keep his air passages free. I
kissed him again... he just gasped like a fish.
"I'm sorry John, but you're not my type," I said, as I took
the sides of his head in my strong hands. "I'm really a
necrophiliac."
The look on his face was beautiful as I forced his face
underwater... his cock jerked around gloriously in my ass, actually
getting harder a bit - that last struggle for life. His eyes widened,
and he held his breath... but I was very patient. When he had to let
the air out, it left in an underwater scream that burbled to the
surface. He struggled harder, for a second, and his cock thrashing
about in my ass brought me to erection again, and then he was still.
The great thing about this process, is that if you kill them soon
enough after the fist-fuck, rigor-mortis doesn't shrink the anus so
much you can't enjoy it. I'd leave him under the water for a half and
hour or so, just to make absolutely sure, and then I'd take him to
bed. He'll be good for another week, or so, and then he'd find his way
to the ocean's bottom.
And then, I'll need another one.
