THE FOLLOWING IS A HOMOSEXUAL FANTASY, IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE. IF NOT PLEASE ENJOY, PAUL.
Something woke me, I glanced at my alarm, it was ten to midnight. As light from the corridor seeped in I realised that my bedroom door was slowly opening. Darren stood in the doorway, his front in shadow from the back light, but I could tell he was nude. I was in a quandary, so I pretended to be asleep, peeping through closed eyes. I felt my prick harden as he approached my double bed. He stopped and stared down at me for long seconds then he turned and walked towards my wardrobe. I almost gasped out loud, as he turned his hard prick was highlighted, I couldn't believe my eyes, it had to be 10 inches long and twice my thickness, it looked uncut. I heard him open my wardrobe and rummage about. I sensed him approaching the bed from my blind side, my body tensed and my heartbeat quickened, I was sure he would hear it, it sounded so loud. He lifted the duvet and slid in beside me. I was transfixed, should I speak, cough, move, do something? I did nothing, fear and excitement gripping me equally. Then I felt cold metal on my neck. "I know you're awake, so just listen don't say anything. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, I don't want to hurt you, but, believe me, I will if I have to. Understand?" My heart was hammering, sweat broke out all over my body. "Y y y yessss," I stammered, "why are you doing this? I thought you were drunk, I was trying to help you." "Drunk? I've been drinking coke all night, I engineered all this. Why do you think my car is outside? Now shut the fuck up and do as you're told. On your stomach and stretch out your arms." I obeyed, my body trembling uncontrollably, realisation of my predicament sinking in. How long had he been planning this, who knew he'd come back with me? We'd left the Party separately! Darren seized my one arm and tied it to the bedpost, he used one of my ties from my wardrobe, he did the same with my other arm, he tied my legs off, stretching them apart. Then he blindfolded and gagged me, I was helpless. I began to cry, sobbing into my gag. "That's it, cry, you'll be screaming later." He reached under me and pulled my prick downwards as he fondled it. Unbelievably I instantly responded and got hard, he chortled and pushed a pillow under my belly forcing my arse upwards. I heard him spit, then screamed into the gag as he thrust a finger straight up my arse! He spit again, this time around his finger and began to fuck it in and out. Just as I was getting used to the feeling he made me scream again as three more joined the first. "Get used to it Nick, learn to relax, my big dick is next." The tears were flowing freely now, my arse felt on fire, but my prick stayed hard. I used toys when I was wanking, but always well lubed and gently to begin with. His fingers popped out, he spit onto my sore hole again. "Ready or not here it comes." At that he drove his 10 inch thick prick straight into my writhing body, my breath left me, the pain was intense and I blacked out. When I came to seconds later I was in agony, it felt like I had a hot pole inside me, and from the pain around my hole I was sure he'd split me open. Darren was buried to the hilt, his full weight on my body. He leant forward. "Oh my, I'M going to love this." He whispered into my ear. He started to fuck me harder causing even more pain, then he bit into my neck and started sucking, when he'd marked me he did the same on the other side, all the time pounding and pounding into my resisting asshole. I couldn't relax, the pain was so intense, but my prick stayed hard and the friction on the sheet was building me to climax. In trying to repel Darren's monster dick my arse kept spasming around it causing him to moan and groan in pleasure. "This is it you bastard" he yelled. I felt his prick swell as he drove deep into me, forcing my legs further apart with his own, and then he shuddered, stiffened and pumped load after load of hot spunk into me, coating my insides. Although still in pain my prick responded to the stimuli and I shot one of my biggest loads for ages, soaking the sheet beneath me. "That's it you bastard, you see, your prick knows you love it." Exhausted I lay there totally spent as Darren pulled his still hard prick from my hole, I felt his spunk and God knows what else leak out and trickle down over my balls. "Now for phase two." He undid my feet and arms, I was powerless to resist, and he repositioned me on my back. He fastened my arms back to the bedposts and then pulled my feet up alongside them tying them off. I was really uncomfortable, but that was nothing to the pain I felt as he fucked into me for the second time. He went slower this time, but the pain was still there. He reached down and grasped my flaccid prick, as soon as he started wanking it I got hard again. "I just knew your body would love it, even if you don't. Now lets really go to town." As he released my stiff prick he withdrew his monster from my flaming hole, paused, then forced it all the way back, not stopping until his big balls smacked against my cheeks. The pain was horrendous, even through the gag my screams could be heard, as again and again he kept on withdrawing and pounding back into me. He was fucking me senseless, but still my prick stayed hard; my body responding with pleasure as my brain responded in pain. He must have kept it up for 15 minutes, I was a rag doll beneath him, my heart hammering, my body soaked in sweat, his and mine. Suddenly I realised that the pain was going, replaced by a dull ache and faint sensations of pleasure. My rigid prick stiffened even more, peeling my foreskin back as my knob grew bigger, and I came again, even more than the first time, shooting long ropes of hot sticky spunk up my body, I felt them hit my neck and chest as I moaned against the gag. "That's it, that's it cum you bastard, I've fucked the cum out of your balls, now it's my turn." He fucked into me, not withdrawing, pinched my nipples and after 4 or five hard strokes he came again, deep inside me. After 3 or 4 spurts he whipped his prick out of my ragged hole and shot the rest all over me, into my hair, on my face and chest, the last few drops onto my prick and balls; all of it mixing with my own. I must have looked a right mess. I could hear his breath coming in short sharp gasps. When it was under control he released my legs and I gratefully let them fall on the bed feeling a sticky mess between my battered ass cheeks. He undid my arms massaging them and my legs to get my circulation back. "Got to keep my fuck supple, it's a long weekend ahead." He said turning me onto my stomach. My mind reeled, what more did he have in store for me?
End of Part 2, any positive criticism or comments are welcome at INSILVA92@aol.com Paul.