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Previously, in Intolerable Cruelty...
Anthony stepped off the couch and headed towards his bed. "Get your ass over here. It's time for the main event. My bone is so fucking hard I might not even get it completely buried in your ass pussy before I shoot. But it will sure be fun trying."
Panic swept through me as I stood up and approached the bed where I was promised to lose my virginity.
And now for the exciting continuation...
"Get on the bed like a fucking dog," Anthony said, motioning to the double bed in front of him. My movements were slow as I reluctantly crossed the room, my hard cock pointing the way. I climbed on from the foot, and looked to my right, my gaze level with Anthony's fuck stick, standing proudly inches away from my head. His foreskin was pulled back, exposing most of his cockhead. The rigid shaft stood perpendicular from his bed of pubes, the head bright red, bordering on purple, and I swear I could see his pulse throb through its length, each beat causing a little more clear pre to ooze onto the tip.
"Your nut sucking and ass licking has made my cock as hard as it's ever been, bitch." My eyes flashed up to Anthony's momentarily before finding his cock again. He was looking down at me, a half-smirk on his lips. "There's so much cock-snot on the end of my pole, you'd think it had gone and caught a cold. Why don't you give it a big, sloppy kiss hello and clean some of that shit off?" Anthony leaned forward, and met me halfway. Like I was in a trance, my tongue reached out before me to cradle his helmet and guide it safely to my waiting hole. Forming a seal with my lips just past the corona, I swirled my tongue quickly around the inch or so in my mouth, and then drilled hard at his cockslit, tasting a combination of Anthony's pre-cum and something very acrid; I guessed it to be the last few drops of the piss he had taken before letting me into the garage.
"Fuck yeah. You must really love my fucking dick." He was right. I did love the feel of his cock in my mouth, so much so I was reluctant to let this intimate kiss end. "Let this be your third rule, faggot. You are always to greet my cock, the object of your affection, wit h a wet sloppy kiss. The same is true when you bid it farewell." With that, Anthony slowly pulled out, as I dragged my lips over the shaft and head, sucking hard to keep him in me. As he broke free, Anthony circled his shaft at the base with his thumb and index finger, stroking the length of his tool. Just free of my mouth, one final drop of clear liquid oozed from the tip. Guiding his cock with his hand, Anthony rubbed it off on my bottom lip before standing upright, and pulling the object of my lust from within my reach. "Tell me you understand rule three, queer boy."
Looking up to meet his eyes, I said, "Lake's third rule is to say hello and good-bye to your cock with a kiss."
"And the first two again?"
"Never cum without permission," I paused slightly, almost imperceptibly, "and always follow your commands; no hesitation." As fogged as my brain was with lust for Anthony's cock in this moment, I was amazed that I could draw the first two out so quickly.
"I'm impressed." Anthony wasn't mocking, for once. His warm palm again cupped my face as his thumb spread the drop of pre he had deposited on my lip across them. Recalling the hard slap that had followed earlier, I braced myself, not sure what to expect. I felt him push his thick thumb inside me, and I sucked it gently, instinctually, the faint taste of him made my cock throb as my eyes closed. "For being a good little slut, and answering me promptly, you get lube for your first fuck." He pulled his thumb from me and I looked over to him as he bent down beside the bed to pick up a tube of lotion. Bent over, his cheeks parted slightly, I could see the moist hairs curling out from his hole. Unbelievably, I felt myself getting turned on by the thought of being allowed to lick his funky hole again. And just as quickly, he was standing back up.
Walking around behind me, I could feel his weight on the bed as he sat down on the edge by my feet. I flinched a little when I felt his palm on my ass cheek. "Don't be scared, little one. You've had your tongue in my ass. We have no secrets." Anthony spoke in a gentle voice, firm, calm and soothing. He groped the cheek, rubbing from one side of my ass to the other, wandering up to the small of my back, and then exploring the other cheek the same way. His hand felt hot on my flesh. I felt a tear roll down my face. Still rubbing with one hand, he parted me with the thumb and forefinger of the other. "Damn that's a beautiful rosebud, you little whore." The rubbing stopped, and I felt his finger circle the outside of my hole. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't want this to be happening. Not here, not now, not him. More tears silently followed the first as shame washed over me.
Anthony's hands left me, and I felt him shove two pillows under my chest. "I need you to spread yourself for me. Use your hands, and answer my questions, while I get you ready, little one." I let my weight rest fully on the pillows as I moved my hands back to pull my cheeks apart. My head sloped to the bed, raising my ass even more. It was humiliating to be told to expose my most private self in this way, and apparently I didn't move fast enough, or spread far enough, because I felt Anthony's hard slap on my flesh, pushing me forward an inch or so. He pulled me back by my hips. "You better be fucking thankful for this lube, faggot. It's a kindness I'm showing you. It would be just as hot, maybe hotter, for me to bone you dry. But I don't want to wreck your queer ass, I just wanna fuck it. Now get your hands back here and spread yourself as wide as you'll go." This time, I didn't hesitate.
My tears had slowed by the time I felt the cool cream squeeze out of the tube into my crack just above my hole. Anthony's finger again started to work the outer edge of me, slowly pulling my hole from one angle, then another. "What have you had in your ass, chilito? Make sure you are complete in your response." I thought fast and hard, but only came up with one response.
"My finger, sir." I revised quickly. "Actually, three of my fingers, the middle three but only one at a time. My finger is the only thing. Ever." He pushed the first knuckle of his own thick digit into my hole and held it there, wiggling slightly.
"I'll believe that. How often do you finger your hole, slut?"
"Sometimes when I jack off." I had to think. "Maybe once or twice a week. Not every time." I felt him start to push his finger deeper into me before pulling out completely.
"You'll be smart if you learn fast to push out when something's trying to get in your ass, little one." Anthony's finger returned almost immediately, this time pushing a pile of lube ahead of it. I took his advice, and he slid in pretty easily, though the fit was still tight. "How deep have you been?" His finger was fully buried in me now, and I could feel him corkscrew it, pushing out the walls of my ass passage.
"You're already deeper than I've ever been. I've only ever put the first two knuckles of my middle finger in." He withdrew again, and this time, even pushing out, I felt my ass ring resist as he returned with two fingers, again jamming more lube into my tunnel. He worked the fingers in fast and hard, and began to scissor them in an attempt to open me up faster. "Damn you're a tight fucker. I can't wait to make your cherry ass mine." His stretching of me was uncomfortable, and turned downright painful when he added his third digit, but I remained hard through the whole ordeal, my dick now buried between the two pillows beneath me. "Your ass is almost ready to be my cum dump now." A few more thrusts and then some minor relief as he pulled one finger out. And then I felt a direct infusion of lube right from the tube into my hole. Anthony was really packing me full. At least for that, I was thankful. Finally pulling out completely, I felt him slap my ass again, but gently this time.
"Turn and face the mirror, but keep your ass here on the edge of the bed." Anthony motioned me with his hand, pulling the pillows away and I turned ninety degrees. Looking in the mirror, I saw myself through new eyes. A small framed teenage boy knelt on the bed before me. He had the same short brown hair I had always had, but it was disheveled now, pulled here and there where Anthony had grabbed fists of it to guide his cocksucker. The boy's pale chest, shoulders and neck were red with the flush of sex, and, perhaps I was imagining it, but I thought I could see a faint handprint on his tear-stained cheek. His hard dick dangled below him, parallel to his body, balls pulled up tightly to its base. His ass was in the air and Anthony stood in dark contrast, facing it from behind, a genuine smile on his face.
"Now you see what I see, little one. You see yourself. The self you have become. The self I have made you into." He was right. The slutty boy I saw on the bed was me. "Look at me, chilito. I want to see your eyes." He captured my brown eyes with his strong gaze, pausing for a moment. "You have done things tonight that no man would do. You have sucked my cock, and swallowed my load. You have tried to get closer to me just to smell my body. You have licked my balls and you have eaten my asshole." My eyes dropped to the bed as my head slumped. Everything Anthony had said was true. A sharp slap of my right ass cheek prompted me to look back up, and again I was captured in Anthony's stare.
"But as yet, you have not had a man's cock in your ass. You have not had your ass made into a pussy." I felt it then, the head of his cock at my hole, the pressure of it, skin against skin. I felt myself wince. "And you will not leave here tonight without a pussy, little one. You know that don't you. You know that after you take my cock, you will never again be fucked without thinking of your first, my face will flash through your head every time, no matter how many cocks this slutty ass takes in your lifetime." I stared him down. Even on my hands and knees, looking at Anthony standing behind me, feeling the head of his cock pressing against my asshole, I stared him down. The thought of actually being fucked was less frightening to me suddenly than the thought of Anthony being my first. I felt my asshole twitch with anticipation, and I wished for a different moment.
Trying to escape, I closed my eyes and wished for everything to change. In my mind's eye, it was Jamie at my hole, and I on my back looking up at him. My heart was racing; my breath was shallow. My hands gripped his strong biceps, and I could almost see love in his eyes, buried beneath the lust and his desire for me, for this consummating act. With Jamie, I knew the fuck would bring us closer, would make us one. I could feel gentle power under his smooth skin, the beauty of his features gazing down on me. I could see him holding off his own pleasure, waiting for me. I could hear his whisper to me, "Tell me you're ready. Tell me you want me."
Lost in my fantasy, I heard the words escaping my lips. "I'm ready. I want you. I'm yours." Realizing my mistake, my eyes opened just in time to register the sight of shock on my face in the mirror as Anthony began to push into me, his hands firmly on my shoulders, preventing my escape.
"I knew you fucking wanted it all along, you faggot whore," he said as he continued his pressure, forging deeper into me. "Take me. Take every fucking inch."
The screams ripped from my throat. "No. Stop. Please. Stop. Don't do this." Time seemed to slow down as Anthony impaled himself fully in me. He misjudged my cry. Holding himself in me completely, he responded.
"I know it hurts, little one, but give it a second. The pain will ease. This is something we both want. Just let it happen." Tears again streamed down my face. This was not at all something I wanted, although there was only minor pain. Anthony had done a surprisingly thorough job of lubing me, the only tenderness he had remotely shown me. My tears were shed because this moment was lost on me forever. Anthony was right that he would always be the first man to sheath himself in my anal passage. I could not stop the tears from falling.
Still deeply in me, I felt his hands pulling my shoulders upright. Suddenly, Anthony had his chest pressed tightly against my back, his arms encircled me, holding me to him. I felt myself sink onto his massive stalk. Pushing himself as far into me as he could go, I felt him grind his pubic bone against mine.
Holding me like that, I felt him pull out slightly, and then thrust back in. Another pull, and another thrust. Short jabs into me at a staccato pace. I was sure at this rate, as long as Anthony had been holding out, that he would not last long. It was a slight relief, and I felt my head falling back. Leaning against his strong shoulder, his cheek pressed to mine. I could feel his breath against my ear as he hammered into me urgently.
"God I love fucking this tight pussy. From the minute you had your lips wrapped around my pinga, I knew you were born to take cock, but nothing could beat the feel of this ass." And with that, his tongue found my ear, first just toying with the lobe, and then more furiously exploring the planes. The sensations went right to my cock, and a moan escaped my lips.
Anthony released me, and I fell forward, supporting myself again with my hands. Altering pace, Anthony began to take longer strokes, rotating his hips as he drove into me, and on the third, he hit my prostate. I gasped hard, the force of pleasure making me whimper as my entire ass clenched hard around Anthony's dick. "Oh god. Oh god that's fucking amazing. Yes."
"Yeah, bitch. Tell me you love my cock. Milk it with your ass. Work that load out," he encouraged, finding my prostate again, and furthering the cycle. My senses were so overloaded, I was blocking signals from everything but my ass. I couldn't hear or see or feel anything but Anthony's shaft ramming my sex button again and again. I was speaking, but I couldn't hear the words. I had never felt anything so good in my life. I never wanted these sensations to stop.
And then it was too much for my body to handle. I felt the contractions in my abs long before I started to shoot ropey strands of cum, but knowing it was going to happen and stopping it from happening were two very different things. I came harder than I ever have before, shouting a warning in case Anthony was misreading these signs, "Oh god. I'm coming. Oh god, Jamie, I'm coming."
I had only shot once when I felt the emptiness of losing the cock in my ass. "You fucking cunt," I heard Anthony yelling from behind me. By the time I had shot again, I could feel one hand on my arm and the other on my shoulder as I was pulled up from the bed, still in the midst of my orgasm. "How dare you call out his name while I am in your fucking ass." A third and fourth shot erupted as I felt myself slammed up against the wall, my arm twisted behind me painfully. "You stupid fucking faggot cockslut. I'm going to make you pay."
Anthony was pressed hard up against me, smashing me into the drywall, my cheek scraping the paint, as the final dribbles of my load trickled from my deflated cock. I felt terrified and empty, and was unable to process how the latter was at all important given the former, though I felt them with equal intensity. Pressed fully up against me, I could feel that Anthony was still hard. He twisted and pushed at my pinned arm, and I cried out in pain, "Fuck. You're really hurting me."
"Fucking right I'm hurting you. I haven't even begun to hurt you yet," and he pushed my arm further for affect, as I cried out. "I thought you were coming along, you pathetic queer, so I was really going easy on you. But now I can see my mistake. If you want to play who's the boss, that's fine with me. I'll show you who the fucking boss is." And still pressing me hard against the wall with his body, I felt his hand between us, pulling apart my thighs, aligning his cock again with my hole.
He tore into me violently with his first thrust. "I'm the fucking boss," he screamed into my ear. He thrust again hard into me. "I'm the fucking boss and I'm your fucking world." His jabs were painful now, and after my orgasm, my mind and body were much less interested in accommodating him. "You live to serve me. You will come to know this." He punctuated each sentence with a balls deep slam of his cock into me, pressing me sometimes so hard into the wall the breath was knocked out of me.
And then he began to really fuck me hard. His thrusts started out painful, and began to grow more so. Less on the inside of my hole than the edges of it and muscle ring. Of course, my body ached from the near constant wall banging. Anthony was right about this fuck hurting. My body, which had been feeling such intense pleasure only minutes ago, was now feeling equally intense pain at his hands. Tears again started to flow down my face, as I began to wonder if I was bleeding. I only hoped that he would come quickly and put an end to this assault on my person. My body was a vehicle, merely a receptacle for his cock, his anger, his cum.
He pistoned in and out of me so furiously, I felt my body slowly going limp, held up by the will of his fuck. He was breathing heavy right into my ear, and began to whisper, "You are a fucking worthless hole. You are nothing. You are not worthy of my cock or my load. But you will take it. You will take it on my terms. Right here. Right now." And with that, he slammed fully into me, holding himself tightly to me, pressing me so hard against the wall, I feared we would leave an impression. He came for a long time, and I imagined I could feel every spurt of his cock burning my insides.
His mouth was directly on my ear as he whispered again. "I fucking own you now. I've made a pussy out of you. In fact, you've taken my load in your bloody gash, and I flow through your veins now, you worthless faggot. I am a part of your DNA. You can never change that."
With a final lick of my ear, he pulled away from me. I was unprepared to catch myself and I fell to the ground, landing on my side. I rolled slightly onto my back. Long minutes seemed to pass. I slowly became more aware of my surroundings, and the emptiness I felt in my ass. I longed to be filled again, if not by Anthony any time soon. I heard what sounded like piss hitting toilet water, and this was confirmed as I saw Anthony walk out of the bathroom next to the closet. He walked up to me, towering above me.
"Oh, on more thing," he said, pausing. "You forgot rule number one. You came without my permission." And then I felt his foot connect hard with my balls, blinding pain flashing through my abdomen as I curled into the fetal position a wail escaping my lips. I sobbed naked on Anthony's floor until I had no more tears to shed.
And then I felt a nudge in my back. Anthony was prodding me with his foot. "It's time for you to get the fuck up and get the fuck out. I felt my clothes fall on top of me in a heap. I slowly sat up, the pain mostly gone. My body was tired and ached everywhere. Moving my legs, I could feel my skin pull uncomfortably against the dried residue of lube and cum.
I stood up slowly, fearfully. I pulled on my Hanes briefs. My shorts and t-shirt. "Hurry the fuck up." I tried to move more quickly as I headed towards the door. Anthony was still completely naked, although he wasn't hard anymore. As I started to walk past him, Anthony stopped me. "Hey fuckhead. You're forgetting something. And you get no more passes. Kiss it good-bye." I knew exactly what he meant in the second he said it. The very thought of it made me sick to my stomach. "Kiss it now or I'm gonna kick you in the balls again, and this time for real."
I dropped to one knee, and leaned forward, hoping a quick peck would suffice. I was mistaken. "Take it all. In fact, clean it off for me." Nearly retching, I took the tool of my violation back into my mouth and worked my tongue on it. My taste buds were polluted with a combination of lube, cum, urine and blood. As I began to pull off, Anthony reached down and retracted his foreskin. "Get it all, fuckwad." I finished the job to his satisfaction, and he pulled it from my mouth, replacing the skin around the head. I stood up and moved to the stairs. "I'll see you Wednesday, unless I call on you before that. And you better not forget the fucking rules, asswipe." And then the door was slamming behind me.
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