"Oh yeah, look at that big white ass. Gonna make you mine, boy. Once I stick it in boy, you'll never be a man." I felt the flared head of his huge cock stab past the small of my back and just between my fuzzy ass, at the gateway my of asshole. I had never thought of my asshole as a point of vulnerability and weakness like this, but now it was about to be ravaged. "Gonna make you mine, son. You're never gonna forget this, bitch." With that, he pumped his hips, jerking forward and jamming his cock inside my asshole.
"AAAAH-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I yelped in shock then let out a long, agonized scream the moment he drove his dick into me, and kept pushing his thick rod down my tight, tight ass. I was clenching my cheeks together, trying to get this horrific, humiliating invader out. I couldn't, at that point, even understand that another man had somehow had put his hard cock into my ass, I could only recognize the sharp, invading pain in my ass and the need to expel it.
"Don't fight it now, Bobby-boy. Gonna take it all. You're gonna give it all to me, Bobby-boy, you're gonna give me that big white Irish ass." And he seized my hips, which were already drenched in agonized sweat, pulling my ass into his pelvis. I felt a thick, wiry mane of pubes scratching against the small of my back and my upper ass, and that's when I realized it. There was a man behind me who's cock was in my ass. His pubic hair was up against my ass. The pain at no point subsided- throughout the entire time Mr. Ragonese was fucking me, I couldn't feel anything else but the terrible pain of his monstrous Italian prick forcing its way into my guts. However, it eventually faded slightly enough to come to understand that there was another man standing behind me, holding me down and fucking me. I was horrified: I was being raped.
"Oh, yeah... give me that ass, boy. Give it up. Give up that ass to your daddy." His hands kept my waist held down as he pushed his wide hips into me. His big, danging nuts, pendulous and strong, hanging from a baggy ballsac and bearded with a thick main of curly black pubic hair, spanked against my own nutsac. It hurt, it felt like someone had slapped my balls from between my legs, and with each thrust he busted my balls a little more and more, until the pain of it started to make me nateaus. As Mr. Ragonese fucked me, with each slam into my ass, he brought his big, rock-hard nuts banging into my smaller, vulnerable nuts, and I slowly felt them begin to swell in agony, swell between my sweating, hairy legs.
His right hand left my hip, and went under me, sliding under my naked, sweating belly and down to my groin. To my horror, his hand seized my cock.
"You're hard, huh? You're popping a little chubby? You like this, Bobby? You like this Bobby boy?" His taunts were bridged by his panting. "You like me fucking your ass, you little faggot?" I lowered my head. I was hard. And a part of me was liking this. It still hurt incredibly, and I was completely humiliated, I felt like a women, and yet as his prick pounded deeper and deeper into my ass, I felt an incredibly warmth. It was a feeling that made me stop thinking, made me forget that it was a hairy 50-something year old asshole principal, a man who I hated, a man, fucking me, that I was being fucked. I moaned, long and high like a whore as the amazing pressure in my ass increased.
"You sure got a tiny peter, boy. You oughta be ashamed to walk through the lockerroom with that little pecker hiding between your legs. You ever jerk it off? Yeah, you do all the time, don't you, you jack that pathetic thing off all the time." His mouth was on my ear, breathing the hot, stinking breath of his humiliating words straight into my brain. "I'm gonna jerk your little baby dick so that we cum together, you on your belly, me inside your fucking guts, boy."
He began to slam more forcefully back into me, again and again, with each thurst wapping his nuts againt me, spreading a slow, sickening pain from up my groin to my stomach. My ass was stretched open my wide, and deep in my guts I felt an unfamiliar, unimaginable pain, it felt like a strong metal pole was being rammed into my intestines. Sweat from his hairy stomach pooled into the small of my back. I felt his stomach and pecs, slightly flabby but still so strong, wiping up against mine, sliding in his disgusting sweat.
"Big dick, ain't it boy? Big, real man's dick up your ass, ain't it? Thank your Daddy for putting his big, thick Italian dick up your ass. It's the closest you'll ever get to having a real cock, huh boy? Thank your Daddy." He yelled at me as he fucked me.
"Urgh, go- thank you" I was able to mutter without throwing up from the horrific pain and the unspeakably grotesque nature of what he was doing to me, what he had made me feel.
"What's my name, boy?" He said, bringing down a slap on my right ass cheek.
"Daddy!! Thank you Daddy!!" I yelled out, calling him my Daddy. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. All the while, his strong, calloused hands were jerking me off, pumping my little cock in his big fist.
I couldn't believe it. I felt my cock sputter and jerk in his firm, rough grasp. The bastard had made me cum, even as he fucked me. His hips kept slamming into me, grunting like a wild animal
Then I felt it. It began like a warm leak, as if I had pissed myself and felt a little between my ass. But it immediately rushed into my whole pounded-out ass, filling me up with each sputter and thrust. He came triumphantly, yelling like a victorious hunter. Truly he, had conquered and won me, I was his prize, and he declared it with a guttural grunt-shout. There was a sickening warmth deep inside of me. Exhausted, his weighty chest fell upon my sweaty back.
"I'll always be inside of you now, boy." He whispered, panting into me. "Forever and ever. Can't be a man now, not with the cum of another one inside you, can you boy?" I thought I was pissing myself for a moment, and then realized his cum was flowing out of my torn open hole and down my thigh. Then I realized some of the cum running down my raped legs was my own. Thats what felt particularly strange, my legs, usually so strong, now beaten, having been conquered, split apart and now dripping with the cum he put inside me and my own shamed semen he made me spill.
"You made a mess of my desk, Bobby." My principal whispered as he tongued my ear, his wiry chest hair scraping against my sweat-drenched back, and gave my ass a firm slap, the ass he had just raped. Completely drained by what he had just done to me, he bound my arms behind my back without any resistance from me, than forced my head into the surprisingly large amount of semen I had busted on the desk. "Clean it up."
My face was ground into the puddle of cum, and he pushed hard on the back of my head, mashing my face into the wood, getting my spunk all over my cheeks, in my eyebrows. "Supper time, bitch. I'm surprised that a boy with balls the size of marbles could spew so much. For football, what do you use as a jockstrap, a thimble? So much cum for you to eat. You must have really loved being fucked up the ass." Face down, I felt hot tears streaming down my face, and he gave me a slap on my beaten ass to get me to work. And I reluctantly extended my tongue. I had never tasted semen before. I gagged and wretched, trying to swallow my own load. This was the most disgusting thing I had ever been forced to do.
"There's some more for you, baby. Your tiny chubby came on my hand." His voice rose to anger and he slapped me clear across the face, it stung and smeared even more spunk on my face. "Now clean it."
His fingers forced there way past my teeth and into my mouth, and all the while he gazed sternly into my eyes, crippling me under those deep-set, dark-ringed furious Italian eyes. His fingers continued down my throat, almost making me wretch, but I sucked the cum he had forced me to release from his thick, strong, hairy fingers. When I got all of my stolen semen off of his fingers, I continued sucking, I got the strange taste of his hands in my mouth. He pulled them out, smearing my saliva on my chin, and held my chin and jaw in his powerful grip.
"I want to you remember today Bobby. I want you to remember today as the day that a man fucked you, fucked you in your ass. I took you Bobby, took not only your ass, but your whole manhood. Can you feel that. Deep in your ass, I'm swimming in your fucking guts. Look at you. Your bodies drenched not just in your sweat, but in my sweat- you smell like me." And it was true- I was coated with him. His words made my knees feel weak and he had to increase his hold on my chin. I cried fresh tears.
"That's right. You should cry. You have the bitty witty pee-pee of a tiny little boy anyway, so you should cry like a little boy too. Cry because today I made sure you'll never become a real man. Before today, the most important man in your life was your father, because his cum, his cock, had made you. But today, I've stolen that from him, because I came inside you, replaced his cum with my own. Think of how you've dishonored your father, you let me emasculate him, steal from him the manly pride of siring a son. Now he has a daughter, Bobby-girl. You're just a little girl now." All these things he said to me, as insane as they were, somehow made sense to me, and cut me so deeply. It felt like everything he said was humiliating truth.
He kept his tight grip on my chin, making me keep eye contact with him, while his other large hand ran down my slippery form, my heaving chest and felt along my sweaty stomach.
"Uh-oh boy, I think I mighta just knocked you up today. You think you're pregnant now, baby?" He smiled cruelly as he rubbed his hand around and squeezed my belly.
I lost his rugged, angry face in the blur of my tears, his voice in my own sobbing.