Brian's Good Boy

By Too Cruel For School

Published on Nov 18, 2013

Gay

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"Please," I whimper, "Please stop. Don't do this, Brian."

He grabs a fist full of my hair and lifts just enough of his oppressive weight off of me. He pulls my head back steadily and purposefully as I arch my back as far I as I can manage. I sharply suck in air and hiss. He meets me halfway and presses his hot, scruffy jaw against my red, bearded cheek. "Mikey," I hear the mock soothing tone of an evil man pretending to be good, "Be a good boy for me, Baby. Be a brave boy for me. OK, Baby?"

He jerks his fist hard and the roots of my hair explode. Pain crackles across my scalp like wildfire. Somehow I manage to huff the words, "Fuck. You. Brian."

I cannot see it, but I know it is there. The wicked smile spreading across his face. Suddenly, my neck is being crushed in the crook of his right arm. Brian's grip tightens, seeming to double in pressure with each second. I can barely breathe.

"Fuck me," he asks rhetorically. "Fuck me, you little bitch? No. I fuck you." His left hand, having released my mangled hair, reaches back and squeezes my bubble butt hard.

"I fuck you because you're a cock-teasing slut." Brian's hand is gone from my ass, but the searing heat from his abuse remains. I feel his fist-clenched cock graze my cheeks. "I fuck you because you're a worthless faggot." He presses his dripping head against my hole. I try to fight him off, but his legs wrap around mine, quelling my attempted insurrection. "I fuck you because you're nothing to me, Mikey. You're just a cum rag for me to shoot into and throw away." And then Brian is inside me; his bare dick plunging deeper and deeper into my tight hole. It burns, despite the lube.

I try to breathe deeply to ease the pain, but his constriction of my throat makes that impossible. My steel-blue eyes are open wide, but my vision is blurred by tears that refuse to fall. I am powerless. Brian is in total control. I am being utterly dominated. I am being used. I am being raped.

And I am the luckiest man in the world. I moan and grunt and whimper and even occasionally scream as my amazing boyfriend pounds my hungry ass and ravages my tingling body. I know I should be in the moment, but it is hard for me to be patient. I am greedy. My thoughts are consumed with the anticipation of his cock flooding my pussy with your scalding hot cum. But I can wait. I am a good boy.

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