As I lay bound, on the floor with my captor beside me, I couldn't believe I was even stopping to think about my answer, and yet was there some sick, twisted, level on which I did want him to continue?How the hell was I going to answer him?
I looked up into Hutchinson's face. I had to admit, scared and angry as I was, I was also fully aroused and wanting desperately to shoot a load after he'd kept me erect for so long. On the other hand, if I answered him in any affirmative way, would I be somehow admitting that I too was a faggot? The most maddening part would be that he had won. That was two points to one against going willingly. And, I reasoned, the sexual abuse was sure to continue no matter what I said, how could I give him the satisfaction of obeying his orders? The old horndog was sure to suck me off no matter what I said, so as he pulled my soaking wet jockey shorts out of my aching mouth, I spat out angrily at him:
"No fucking way, you cocksucking bastard faggot!" When would I ever learn to control my mouth from getting me in trouble?
WHAM! The old professor was stronger than I'd realized, in the next flash he'd pulled me angrily to my feet and shoved me across the room and back down onto the futon.
"Why do you continue to deny your destiny Thompson? You had the chance to gently experience my expertise at oral pleasure. Instead..." he paused as he roughly pulled my feet back over my head and bound both by hands and feet to the hooks he had, apparently for this very purpose, at the top of the futon.
"Instead, you are going to be initiated the hard way. You are going to take this up the ass - right here, right now!"
And with that he pulled off his robe revealing a large, erect male organ that looked as angry as he did. Oh Shit! Now I've really done it - what the hell was the matter with me? Getting a blowjob doesn't brand me a fag - but getting plowed up the ass sure does. The anger that had been building in me all night exploded as I once again railed against my utterly helpless situation - my asshole was entirely at his disposal. He stood over me like some kind of a sick, sadistic prison guard, glaring menacingly at me.
"You want it rough? You're getting it rough, boy!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING FAGGOT - I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!"
Still raging, he reached once more into his black bag - how the hell many things did he have left in there? - and extracted another strange looking object. Before I could even get a good look at it - he stuffed an uncomfortably large, black rubber ball into my mouth and then wrapped some kind of a harness around my head that held it in place. My mouth was stretched so widely opened, I wasn't sure I could even breathe, let alone scream.
Hutchinson sat down on the side of the Futon, breathing heavily after therage and exertion of my attempted escape and the aftermath. My bare chest heaved angrily in utter frustration and exhaustion. I stared angrily at him past the gag and past my own cock and balls a short ways in front of my own face. As he rested a moment, he seemed to regain his composure.
"No, Mr. Thompson, you passed up on the opportunity to enjoy this experience, but I on the other hand amnonetheless going to enjoy it immensely. As you may have noticed by now, your resistance only furtherarouses me." He took a drink from his glass, watching him drink made me realize how parched my own throat was, not having had anything to drink at all since the coffee the night before and having spent the hours since then gagged.
"I am going to once again have mercy on you and lubricate up myweapon before I enter you." The smirking, victorious glint had returned to replace the surprise and anger in his eyes from when I'd momentararily turned the tables on him. He stood over me so that I had to watch as he unrolled a condomand put it ontohimself and then using some kind of a tube of KY or something, began to lather up his big organ which I was finally getting a good look at. It was big, maybe even bigger than mine. He also had some kind of a wellworn leather band wrapped around his balls.
"Well, forgive the lack of pleasantries and foreplay, Mr. Thompson, but I've waited long enough for this. One last word of advice, as I assume that thiswill be your first experienceon the receiving end ofanal intercourse. When you feel the pain, you should respond by squeezing your sphincter muscle against mymember - it willmake the experience more pleasurable for both of us."
Before I could contemplate what the hell a sphincter muscles was,I felta terriblesearing pain as his big cock entered -I felt like it was ripping my asshole wide open. I thought I was going to pass out.His throbbingdick pushed further and further into my insides andthe pain exploded throughout my body. Unable to move, cry-out, or respond in anyway, I was sure I had died and gone to hell.
He thrust further and further into me - when would it end? How long was that dick of his? Unavoidably tears began to stream out of my eyes. When he had finally shoved the full length of his cock into me, he paused and reminded me to respond with my sphincter muscle. For the first time, the unflappable professor began to lose his icy demeanor as he apparently got swept up in utter pleasure of assaulting me.
Not knowing what else to do,and not being able to control any other part of my body, Ifinally attempted his suggestion and triedto push him back out by squeezing my asshole closed. As I did, a strange thing happened...
to be concluded...