Norse Gods 2
I wrote the first instalment of this story as a stand-alone short story, but as time passed, I wondered what happened to the characters, and I wrote this second part (with a third to come). It slightly jars with the exact ending of the first part, but not so much I wanted to change that one.
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What happened yesterday?
It is so confusing, scary even.
It is the betrayal by Tom firstly, the way he abused me. We are brothers, twins even, we were best friends, did everything together ... until he decided to fuck me. My own twin brother sexually assaulted me violently. Even when I screamed in pain and begged him to stop, he continued to force his cock into me against my will.
But it is the betrayal by my own body, which began to enjoy the sensation, that scares me more ... and the betrayal by my mind ... I urged him on, once he had started. I truly wanted him to continue fucking me! I genuinely wanted him to fuck me harder and for longer!
Near the end it had felt so good!
How is that possible?!
I never looked at another man in my life – and least of all my twin brother! I never thought of having sex with a man, let alone considered being on the receiving end of another man's lust ... how can I have enjoyed it and wanted Tom to keep going? How can I have butterflies in my stomach now, when I remember the feeling of ... of ecstasy, as he assaulted me with all his force? Because that is what it felt like as he took me: painful, but also magnificent and rousing!
My bedroom door crashes open, and Tom is standing in the opening.
"On your knees, Bitch!"
"Tom ... I don't want ..."
"Yes, you do! You gagged for it yesterday! You are still gagging for it now. On your knees, and arse in the air!"
His manhood, that huge solid shaft standing up from his loins, is unmissable through the thin fabric of his t-shirt and boxers. I don't want to stare at it, but it is mesmerising in its size, and its wild untamed power. I had that in me yesterday ... and it hurt badly ... and it was wonderful ...
The sight of it, even through his clothes, takes my breath away with desire. I don't want Tom to fuck me again! I do not want anyone to fuck me, but look at that thing! I cannot refuse that beautiful monster that stands rigidly an arm's length away!
"Now, Bitch!"
He grabs me by the waist and throws me over onto my front, before pulling me onto my knees. His hand on my neck pushes my head down onto the mattress.
I should struggle to get away, but I can't. The fear of what he is about to do paralyses me ... but the anticipation too. The anticipation that he is going to thrust that thing into me again ... and when he does, I will feel that rush again, that intoxicating mix of agony, desire and thrill. It is like heroin: a single exposure was enough to leave me addicted to his cock. I hate it and I hate myself for it, but I deeply need to feel it slamming into me, punishing me and rewarding me in equal measure.
"You'll be glad to hear that I bought proper lube today. It will feel even better than it did yesterday."
Tom bought lube ... because he knew he was going to have his cock inside me again tonight. He planned to fuck me and either assumed I would allow him, or he would take me forcibly like yesterday!
His fingers sliding into me are quite nice really. My arse is a bit sore still, but they are slick and not too challenging. He rubs my prostate and that brings back a flood of desire for a repeat of yesterday's sex. For the past 24 hours, I've felt empty ... and lost, and confused ... but mostly empty and in desperate need to feel his monster filling my gut.
Tom's boxers are around his knees and I can see his throbbing tool over my shoulder: a massive shaft of solid meat that will fill my belly to the brim. I was naked already ... in anticipation of his return? The fat head pushes itself into my crack – it feels so big, too big! ... any moment now he will push into me and I will be in heaven.
Or not!
My arse explodes in agony as a massive red-hot poker is rammed deep into my belly. Someone screams something high-pitched and unintelligible.
Oh, that is me!
"Take it out, Tom! Oh Jesus! Take it out!"
Instead it digs deeper into me, tearing at my organs, splitting my gut. I cannot breathe, because his next thrust has driven the air from my lungs.
"Please, Tom ... No!" I manage to stutter.
"You like it, Bitch! Admit you want more of me inside you ..." He doesn't wait for that admission before he forces me to take another foot of cock ... or at least that is what it feels like. "You couldn't get enough of my horse cock yesterday, slut. Begging for it, you were. You can't suddenly have gone off the feeling of my pole in your arse."
When I scream again as he drives the entire length deep into my belly and starts to plough me with long fearsome thrusts, a pillow is pushed against my face. It doesn't stop the agony that engulfs my body, but it does stifle the screaming.
I cannot take this – I cannot survive his long violent assaults on my body. Why doesn't it feel like it did yesterday? That time it filled me with ecstasy! The agony is unbearable now, the force with which he crushes my internal organs is going to kill me, I am sure. My hand finds my rock-hard tool and I start to stimulate myself, too aroused by pain and excitement to leave it alone.
It was not like this yesterday. When he assaulted me yesterday, it was painful, but glorious. It went on for hours, it seemed, long thrusts that just kept coming, ever more forcefully ... and deliciously. I hadn't wanted to enjoy it, and I hadn't believed I would, but despite the agony it was the best feeling ever.
No, not `despite of' ... because of the agony it was the best feeling ever ... and the more it hurt the better if felt.
Now it just hurts. No glorious, magnificent pain, just plain agony when my gut is forced open and stretched by his unstoppable monster. It hurts so much! It hurts so much that I cannot stop wanking deliriously.
I shoot a load onto the bed ... while my twin brother keeps riding me ever harder. At least my wank had taken my mind off the pain a little, but now there is nothing that makes it bearable anymore.
I am begging again, I realise, desperately asking him to stop, or at least be gentler, but if anything it seems to fill Tom with rage and power. He is laying into me so deep it feels like his cock might exit through my mouth. When he finally shoots his seed deep into my core, he collapses with an exhausted laugh on top of me.
"You have got the most wonderful arse, Bitch," he pants. "A perfectly tight fit ..."
I should be hurt by his comment, shouldn't I? And I am ... but also proud somehow, deep in my heart. Proud that this beautiful Nordic god, my gorgeous twin brother, enjoys using me.
What is wrong with me?
His manhood – soft now but still so fat - glides from me, allowing my pained arse to relax in reprieve. Relieved as I am, though, I feel empty again already. When he fucked me, Tom showed his love and his desire for me. My gut was stretched around his cock, and it was so painful, but so good too! I now realise that I really enjoyed the agony, even if I didn't know it while it was happening. I desperately need to feel it again!
`No! No, Luke, you don't need it again! What is wrong with you? It hurt too much!' I tell myself, but I know that that is a lie. In truth, I cannot live without the prospect of Tom's cock stretching my gut beyond endurance.
"Lick!"
His cock, smeared with brown streaks, is on my lips.
"Please, no ... Tom ..."
"Lick! Bitch!"
I open my mouth, reluctantly, but I cannot refuse, because if I do, he may not fuck me again. I would die from grief if he would stop fucking me. His cock tastes acrid – or rather my own juices do, I suppose – but I dutifully lick him from ball sack to piss slit, cleaning his monster of my waste, so that he can pull up his shorts without dirtying them.
"I bought you some more presents, Bitch. Turn over onto your back!"
I obediently roll over and spread my legs as instructed. My brother clamps a metal bracket tight around the base of my manhood, before he starts to stuff my meat into a stainless-steel wire cage.
"I can't have you enjoying yourself while I fuck you, can I, Bitch? I should be getting all the pleasure, while you are just there to provide me with an arse to fuck ... This was the largest size they had in store. I hope for you that it isn't too tight." It is tight: even fully soft, I am crammed in uncomfortably. The extreme downward curve won't allow me to get hard while I am wearing it ... and I gather he'll want me to wear it every time he's abusing me.
The metal cage clicks onto the base ring with a loud snap ... an authoritative sound that seems to seal my fate.
"How does it come off?"
"Off?! You've only just got it, and you already want me to take it off?"
"Please, Tom ... this one isn't large enough for me. It hurts ..." He grabs the cage and twists it – and my manhood inside – painfully. "It is meant to be tight ... better get used to it, because it doesn't come off ... it isn't designed to come off." Another crushing twist. "And while we might have been Tom and Luke in the past, you are now `Bitch' ... and I am what ...?"
"Sir?"
"'Sir' will do! Well done, Bitch ... Now for your other present ... onto your front!"
I feel like I am still gaping from his earlier assault, so the metal cone slips into my backside fairly easily, stretches me a little before it pops in deep as my ring closes around its stem. "This butt plug is by no means the biggest size available, but we have plenty of time to get you ready for bigger and better things. I want you to wear it at all times, Bitch, except when you are taking a shit. Or when I am ball deep inside you, of course." He pushes on its pedestal and I can feel the hard metal cone stir inside me. "I can and will be checking that you are plugged at random moments throughout the day ..."
He gets to his feet and puts one against the base of the plug, forces it in hard.
"If I find you unplugged at any time, you will regret it, Bitch!" A second or two later, the door closes behind him and I am alone in my room, caged and plugged ... and longing for him to come back and fuck me. He doesn't even need to fuck me; if he just holds me I would feel better already – but I'd rather he'd fuck me ... violently.
The steel cage that holds my manhood is so hard ... and so tight. My big cock wants to grow when I think of Tom – Sir! – holding me, using me, but there is no room at all. It hurts! The metal is digging into my flesh as it tries to swell with my blood rushing in, the sharp curve of the cage prevents my erection standing up.
It has to come off! I cannot stand this!
There is no lock, no catch or button to release the cage from the ring that holds it tight around the base of my tool. There is no way it can be removed without ripping my balls off too. Everything is constricting and hard and fixed firmly. Sir wasn't lying when he said that this thing isn't designed to come off ever again! He bought me a permanent chastity cage – one far too small for a cock as large as mine – and forced it onto me for eternity anyway.
I might go mad before long if it really cannot be removed! My fingers find the plug in my arse, push it deeper, let it relax, push it in deeper again.
Oh, that is nice ... I imagine that it is Tom inside me – even though the plug is much smaller than he is. I imagine my twin brother is slowly fucking me, lovingly, letting me enjoy the feeling of his manhood gently stirring inside my backside.
My own cock tries to grow again, as futilely as before, as painfully as before.
I have to stop playing with the plug to stop my cock hurting so bad, but when I stop stimulating myself, the desire to restart is too great. The only solution is learning to live with the agony of my tightly constrained manhood pressing against the bars of its prison.
I get onto my knees and force the plug deeper with my fingers ... too small, the thing is too small for my needs! It doesn't reach the good bits that Sir's manhood crushes into submission so deliciously – the bits deep in my belly.
Hopefully, Sir will come to me again soon, assault me again, hurt me and make me feel complete at the same time by forcing his dick into me ... I know that my cock will want to get erect when he does and it will hurt so much when it can't ... but it will be worthwhile, I am sure.
I can endure anything for the feeling of Sir's monster cock getting driven deep into my gut!