The dark factory
By Alfredo Garcia
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Two slightly different versions of two mini-stories
The dark factory
Down the dark, deserted street past midnight and I strolled a little drunk. The ground was wet, but the rain has stopped. I heard footsteps behind me, and turned to see a man, tall and solid, about twenty yards behind me. I slowed my pace, letting him catch up, hoping I would feel his hand on my shoulder. I reached the open doors of an abandoned factory. They led to the dark stock rooms where I had been before. My penis began to pulse with blood as I recalled the man who pushed me into those dark recesses, and roughly violated me. How ardently I desired it once more, yet the man passed by and lay no heavy hand on my shoulder. He did not turn his head to look at me. In panic when he was six yards from me I called. He stopped and turned his bearded face and fixed me with his gaze. I approached him slowly, shaking, afraid, but could not let him go. At his side, I raised a hand to his cheek. He flinched, but let me touch his face, his warm skin and scratchy beard.
I stood tall to put my face close to his cheek. His arms encircled me, pulling me to his body as my fevered hands grasped his neck. I opened my lips, and moist mouths met as he kissed me hard, thrusting violently into my mouth. I sucked his probing flesh and swallowed his saliva down. I felt penis push against my belly and my desperate anguish relaxed to secured certainty of being fucked. Yeah, yeah, tonight the dark factory building was filled with my moans of pleasure.
I did not want
I resisted all I could, trying to free myself from his arms with all the might I could muster, but was so much stronger. My strength was sapped as I struggled against him but as I felt the powerful pressure of his body on mine, something welled up from deep within me and took control. He had tapped into some nascent need and my opposition melted away. I surrendered to what was to be. My arms went limp, and I closed my eyes as if to deny collaboration and let him undress me. A shudder shook me as his hand trailed down my naked body and I swallowed hard as his fingers touched my nipples and made them instant hard. When he pinched a cry escaped my mouth. He held my world between his fingers. His hand slid down the inside of my thighs, and I answered bending and I willed his fingers upwards till they touched my tight testicles. As his hand wrapped round, I arched my body and felt his teeth biter into against my tender flesh and gave his succor. I moaned, tilting my head back with all-consuming pleasure and my offered my erect penis to this god who now possessed me. I spread my thighs as he caressed my perineum seeking entry. His finger slipped into my open mouth and I worshiped it with my lips and tongue till it withdrew and slid slippery between my buttocks and slowly penetrated me. My body convulsed with spasms, and my semen surged as molten lava gushing from its vent.
I could not staunch the cries as I spurted my cloudy essence. How could I claim my innocence and say I did not want him to use my body and violate my soul?
When at last his cock forced its entrance, I did not protest, and I opened myself all I could for him to be inside me. I felt his pleasure, and begged for more, and stronger. I shouted my desire in response to his furious lunges. How can I say I had resisted when, in the depths of my soul and my body, I desired it more than life itself.
The dark factory
I walk down dark, deserted streets. It's midnight, I'm a little drunk. The ground is wet, but it is not raining. I hear footsteps behind me, I turn, twenty yards behind, a man, tall and strong. I continued walking, I have no fear, he's getting closer to me, I'm hoping that when he catches up with me he'll put his hand on my shoulder. We walked by a deserted building, an abandoned factory, open doors lead to dark stock rooms. My penis starts to stir. I wish the man would force me into one of those dark rooms, that he'll treat me harshly, violated me. I ardently desire it. The man is at my side, he has not put his hand on my shoulder, he has not even turned his head to look at me. Now he is already six yards ahead of me, going on his way. No, he cannot leave me alone, he mustn't, I need him to take me, use me. "Hey," I shout. The man stops and turns, mustache, a few days growth of beard, and a profound gaze that transfixes me. I approach him slowly, I'm shaking, I'm afraid, but I cannot let him go. Now I am at his side, slowly I raise a hand to his cheek. He moves a little, but finally my hand touches his face, warm skin, scratchy beard . I have to stand on tiptoes to put my face closer to his. I kiss his cheek. Slowly he wraps his arms around me, slowly he pulls me close, his body presses against me, my hands are around his neck. For an eternity his lips are close to mine, I open my lips, he opens his lips, wet skin on wet skin. Then time speeds suddenly, he kisses me hard, violently, his tongue slips inside my mouth. I suck and swallow his abundant saliva. Now time slows down, I feel how my penis hardening, and his is pushing against my belly. Then I relax and my desperate anguish is replaced by a confident certainty. Yeah, yeah, tonight the dark factory building will be filled with my moans of pleasure.
I did not want
I did everything I could to resist, I tried to free myself from his arms with all my strength, but I could not do it, he's much stronger than me. Gradually my struggling subsided, my efforts to break free were not as violent, and the pressure of his body against mine relaxed. Finally I stopped resisting and I drop into his arms, my breathing calms down, and a slight stupor begins to flood my brain. Docilely I let him undress me, I actually collaborated with closed eyes.
A shiver runs through me when I feel his hand move down my body, his gentle touch makes my nipples erect, I swallowed hard, and when he pinched one of them, I cannot stop a moan that escapes my mouth. Then his hand slides down the inside of my thighs; I respond by closing my legs just enough so that his hand is rubbing both thighs. The hand goes up and up until his fingers touch my tight testicles, the hand wraps around them, I arch my body and he nibbles one of my nipples. I groan, a moan of overwhelming pleasure. My smooth penis is erect, my head tilted back, and my mouth open.
In this state how could I not keep my legs apart as his fingers caress my perineum, looking for an entry in my body?
How could I not offer my tongue when his lubricated finger slowly penetrates me?
How could I prevent my body going into spasms, and my semen overflowing from the lips of my penis like burning lava?
How to stop the river of breathless moans coming out of my mouth as the rushing, semi-transparent, white semen is expelled?
How could I now convince anyone that I did not want it to happen, that he has taken my body by force, and violated my soul?
And then, when his cock forced its way through my entrance, I did not protest, I opened myself as much as I could so he could get inside me. I wanted to give pleasure, I asked for more, and harder. I cum again under his furious lunges, and shout my desire and love. I'm the one who did not want this, who resisted, who said no, but in the depths of my soul and body I was begging for it.
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