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Megan 1/?

Megan is a 16yr old virgin, shes sweet but not completely innocent, one day she logs onto a chat room and meets Dominatus who changes her life forever

Will’s new home: Part 1

Will and his mom move to Brownsville, Nevada for his mom’s new job. Will, a horny young teen, will soon learn that in Brownsville isn’t as welcoming a community as he thought.

The Business – Chapter Seven

A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. In this chapter: A new master joins the group. Fauna makes a confession. Jack begins Cloud’s lessons.

First Kiss Goes Too Far – Part I

My first effort, truth and fantasy all mixed up, this is not a wham bam story at all, and the incest doesnt start til part II so if you’re not the patient type, best to skip it entirely.

The Breeders Life 3: Molded

War and death come to us all in the end, in an effort to increase the population and bring about a new age of prosperity, the government of the once great Amercian nation bring in new laws, women’s rights takes a knock and the world rejoices in its renewed efforts of existence. Who cares what a woman wants anyway, they like everyone else have a job to do.

Basement Rituals

This is my second story about a very special friendship between a teacher and his young student. As some complained my first was too long I cut this one up in three pieces with three ā€˜levelsā€™ of cruelty to go with it. Even though the last one is a bit long again, Iā€™m sure this shouldnā€™t be a bother.
So donā€™t let the cutesy stuff in part I fool youā€¦ read part II and III to find out šŸ™‚ Enjoy and let me know what you think!
PART I
Evan unlocked the door in the hallway, leading him to his favourite stairs in the house. He enjoyed walking up to the first floor taking him to his bedroom where he spent lazy Sunday mornings reading a good book in his kingsize bed. Next to his bedroom his bathroom was situated, which contained a huge tub where he could lounge for hours. He enjoyed walking up the next stairs taking him up to the attic, which he turned into a small gym to keep his body in shape and his head clear. He could afford his luxurious lifestyle by making a decent living being teacher at a high school for the privileged children of doctors and laywers. But all those stairs could not compare with the stairs leading him down to his basement. The place he loved, but kept well hidden from the world.
He toggled the switch, lighting up a room which was inherently dark, as were Evanā€™s thoughts as he walked through the room. He let his hand slide over a cold iron table with handles bolted on the surface. The odd piece of furniture in the middle of the room always remembered him of old Frankenstein movies. He looked around, gazing at the leather straps and hooks hanging on the walls. He admired his wide variety of toys laying in neat stacks in the corners. Whips, gags, electric devices and rope decorated three sides of the room.
The last wall was covered with drawings, pictures and photos of women. Many of them were in compromising positions. Some were fully tied up, while others were only gagged. Some had their body decorated with a variety of objects including needles and hooks. However, his favourite picture was a simple black and white A4 paper from a copier. It displayed a young girl, flattened on the glass from the waist up. He smiled contently, grabbing the bottle of wodka and the two glasses he came for, then went back up the stairs. He locked the door carefully and made his way into the kitchen.
He stood in the doorway, looking at the open drawer next to the refrigerator. He couldnā€™t remember leaving it opened. He stepped towards the drawer curiously, looking down on his neatly ordened set of knives. The meat knife was missing. Evan felt a shiver down his spine; he was sure he didnā€™t use it.
ā€œLooking for something?ā€ a sweet female voice he heard ask from behind him, while Evan felt a sharp object pierce into his back. Nevertheless he turned around slowly, facing his attacker. He met the bright blue eyes of a young girl, hidden behind locks of honeyblond hair. In her hand she held the missing meatknife, poking it in his stomach softly. The girl smiled, perfect white teeth formed a breathtaking smile.
ā€œJesus Cassy, how often have I told you not to sneak up on me like that?!ā€ Evan leaned forward to grab the knife from the girl. She didnā€™t push the object further into his body but flipped it around elegantly, handing him knife with the same wide smile. ā€œA couple of timesā€¦ā€ she grinned and jumped on the counter with ease, grabbing the bottle of wodka Evan just took upstairs with him, opening it and putting it to her full pink lips.
Evan leaned forward again and grabbed the bottle, yanking it out of her well manicured hands. ā€œYouā€™re too young to drink this, you know that.ā€ She rolled her eyes. ā€œAre you going to whine about everything today, Ev? I drink this all the time; I got a fake ID through my brotherā€™s friend.ā€ Evan walked in front of her, putting his hands on both sides of her long legs, which were only slightly covered by a short pink skirt. ā€œYouā€™re 16 and therefore too young to drink. As your teacher Iā€™m supposed to look after you. End of story.ā€
As her teacher, Evan obviously knew a lot more about her than just her age. Her name was Cassidy van der Sluys, but over the months he decided that ā€˜Cassyā€™ was a ā€˜cuterā€™ nickname for her. It was a name which seemed to perfectly fit a pet. She was the daughter of Marcus van der Sluys, a wealthy and very influential Euro-banker. If heā€™d ever find out his little princess spent more time at his place then she shouldā€¦ it was a thought Evan rather did not think of. Her favourite color was pink, -or so he assumed as she wore her clothes and makeup mostly in this fashion. That did not have to mean much though, because most of the snobby rich twats in his class were dressed in pink. They were all the same. No interest in his stories on the Cold War or the Nazi-regime. ā€œHell, why should they?ā€ Evan thought more than once while trying to educate his class on Stalinā€™s regime as simply as possible. Theyā€™d inherit their fortunes soon enough – work and intellect were not an issue or interest for many of them.
Cassidy wasnā€™t much of a perfect student either. She was a loud mouth and obviously had a lot of teen power amongst her peers. She turned sixteen last June. He remembered her birthday thanks to the wild mob of jocks barging in on his Monday-morning class to bring Cassidy roses. She was popular, thanks to her many millions and her stunning beauty. The latter was quite a distraction as she sat right in front of him 3 times a week.
ā€œWhat is your obsession with knives anyway?ā€ he asked, while studying the blade of the knife before putting it back in its rightful place in the drawer. Cassidy shrugged. ā€œDonā€™t know, I just like themā€¦ Maybe that kinda started a couple of years ago when I accidentally cut my brother when we were fooling around. Sharp things are justā€¦ fun.ā€ Evan stepped back towards the girl again, locking her swinging legs against the cupboards. ā€œYouā€™re a sick girl, you know that? And we do not say ā€˜kindaā€™, we say ā€˜kind ofā€™.ā€ His reply was another grin. ā€œI know, I knowā€¦ so how about that wodka?ā€ Evan laughed. ā€œIā€™m not giving you any alcohol, young lady!ā€ He laughed even harder looking at her pouty face which had turned to the ground. He gently lifted her head back up with his hand.
ā€œIā€™ll give you someone else if you behave thoughā€¦ā€ She looked back at him, slowly forming a naughty smile. ā€œWhat would that be then, Teach?ā€ Evan felt a spasm in his pants. She hated being called ā€˜Cassyā€™ and in return she had named Evan ā€˜Teachā€™. However, this had the opposite effect. By now she knew his weak spots well. He moved one of his hands towards her leg, crossing over it towards her thigh. She jumped by the ticklish sensation. Evan stopped his exploring and looked at her giggly face with a straight face. ā€œNow Cassidy, sit still or Iā€™ll have to punish you.ā€ She snickered and spread her legs a little wider before holding still. Evan moved his hand towards the near piece of underwear. ā€œGood girl.ā€
His hands now reached a soft cotton fabric under the skirt. He loved that subtile distinction between the little rich girls and trailertrash. Trailertrash wore cotton wool and cheap elastic bands for thongs. Rich girls felt differentā€¦ they wouldnā€™t settle for anything less than silk and soft, expensive cotton. He wasnā€™t about to waste too much time on a piece of fabric though, knowing what was hidden behind it. He shoved the underwear aside gently.
While indulging Cassidy in a long, deep kiss he not-so-gently forced his indexfinger inside her still fairly dry pussy. She squeeled and withdrew her face from his. ā€œThe fuck?ā€, she yelled while looking at her teacher slightly pissed off. ā€œCanā€™t you check if Iā€™m wet first?ā€ He kept his finger well dug inside of her. ā€œThen I suggest you get wet fasterā€ he shrugged indifferently. With a fair amount of friction he moved his finger in and out of her slowly. She wasnā€™t about to let him continue to do so for long. Locking her legs she pulled his hand off her body irritated.
Evan didnā€™t justify her defensive behaviour with a reply and simply forced her legs apart again, pulling her towards him harshly. The rough movement caused Cassidy to fall backwards and hit her head on the window. She reached for the pained spot with a groan, while Evan pulled her skimpy top and bra up, revealing a bare chest and a pair of beautiful breasts. She had a C-cup with impeccable round pink nipples which, so Evan already knew, rose to a very decent size when stimulated properly.
He leaned forward taking one of the nipples in his mouth, sucking lightly while moving his right hand to play with the other one. Tweaking it he finally got the reaction he wanted and felt them grow harder and longer by his touch. His sucking got rougher, occaisonally giving a teasing nibble. His left hand went back under her skirt. She had started to lubricate herself now, as his finger slipped in with greater ease than before, causing the girl to gasp. ā€œAre you going to behave now or should I just stop here?ā€ he asked with a sly smile. Her cheeks started to color slightly red. Cassidy nodded and spread her legs wider; answering equally teasing ā€œWill you shut up and fuck me already? I gotta go in 20 minutes.ā€ Evan smiled. ā€œFucking you? You werenā€™t behaving just then, were you? I think Iā€™ll just have to punish you by not fucking you today.ā€ Cassidy shot up with a yell. ā€œWhat? Oh come on! I told you Iā€¦ā€
She didnā€™t get to finish her sentence as Evan interrupted her rudely by a slap in the face. ā€œI think I made my point clear. Now lay back down and stay down, you spoiled little bitch.ā€ She gave him a very distinct ā€˜fuck youā€™ look but remained silent. Evan was surprised by her submissiveness today. He knew her to be quite different. With that thought he felt like stretching his limits – and stretching something else while at it. He put a second finger on the moist entrance, moving it inside of her gently. Cassidy had relaxed her face and leaned on her arms to hold her body up, letting the window support her head while laying back on his kitchencounter comfortably. As Evan moved his thumb up to tease the little round button she let out a soft moan, closing her eyes contently.
This was his queue to test her for today. Without any sort of warning he inserted the other two and forcefully pushed his four fingers inside as far as possible. He felt the edges of her entrance tighten up around his hand. He had been wanting to fist fuck her for a while now, but her vagina was as stubborn as she was herself. His hands werenā€™t small either. He figured that with a good amount of force it should be able to stretch enough to let his entire hand in, but Cassidy had made him pay for every time he tried to use her as a piece of elastic. Today wasnā€™t any different.
Her hand hit him with a loud slap and a coloured print formed on his cheek as she sat up straight. ā€œI fucking told you to stop fucking try to rip me in half, stupid fuck!ā€ Evan rubbed his cheek laughing. Luckily she wasnā€™t as submissive as he thought. ā€œAnd I told you to stop saying ā€˜fuckā€™ so many times.ā€ She rolled her eyes sarcastically while locking her legs again. Evan figured he tested her enough for today. He didnā€™t want her to be late either, as much he liked to have her at his disposal for a longer time.
He kissed her once and rubbed his slippery index finger, which had resided inside her wet pussy moments earlier, on her lower lip. He moved it inside her mouth softly while looking at her determined, warning her silently not to pull off any tricks. She held still. ā€œAre you waiting for a hard copy of my permission? Start sucking.ā€ Closing her lips around his fingers, he felt her tongue dance on his skin, cleaning every last drop of her juices. ā€œGood girl, if I had any stickers I wouldā€™ve given you oneā€ he grinned sarcastically. ā€œFuck youā€ was the only reply he got. His second offer was of a different nature. ā€œOr shall I eat you out instead?ā€
He met the eyes of a slightly insulted beauty who kept her mouth shut. ā€œSay it.ā€ Evan said mockingly. He had too much fun seeing her a whole lot less cocky as she was during the week in class. Cassidy sat up straight and stretched her arm, digging her nails in his skull and pushing his head down in silence. He decided to oblige and fell to his knees. He teased her enough for now. Pushing up her skirt, he forced her to lay back so he was able to slide off her underwear. He loved the smell and heat which came his way. ā€œThe only part of her which is sweetā€ he thought with a grin before moving his face closer.
He kissed her thighs before moving to the side to kiss her clit. He did so again, this time sucking it a little. He continued to kiss the rest of her pussy, contently licking off the juice left behind on his lips. He loved her taste and he wanted more. Evan let his tongue slide out his mouth moving it over the length of her pussy up towards her clit. He straddled her thighs, seeing more moist escape the little hole and her lips turning deep red. Moving back in, he started licking and sucking her clit more, while moving two fingers back in and out.
Evan knew he had to work her a little faster than usual, as they had about 10 minutes left before she had to leave. He had enough confidence in himself to still give her a mindblowing orgasm within that time. His motions became rougher. He heard Cassidy moan equally louder while her breathing sped up. He could vaguely see how she started to caress her breasts and nipples. He felt his cock push against his pants painfully and cursed himself for not obliging to fuck her. But he had to be strict. After all, he had to teach the little bitch whose boss.
His suction turned stronger while he let his tongue move little circles around the swollen little bud. She spasmed everytime he crossed the button. He felt wetness slide down his fingers and he was positive some was dripping on his clean kitchen floor. Cassidy was moaning loud enough for anyone in the house to hear, luckily they were the only ones in. Ā“Come already, damn bratā€ Evan growled at her in his mind while slamming his fingers inside of her, moving to her g-spot.
It had the wanted effect. Evan felt all her muscles tighten around his fingers just before another stream of wetness escaped her during an orgasm, which could have easily been heard by the neighbours with the amount of noise she made. He licked up the remaining juices, swallowing them contently before moving away from her. Cassidy lay back on the counter for a moment catching her breath again. Evan took a clean kitchen towel and threw it on top of her. ā€œClean yourself upā€ he yelled back while grabbing both of their coats in the hallway.
When he came back Cassidy sat up straight, rubbing the cloth over her still red and pleased pussy. She threw the soiled towel back at him teasingly. He caught it but let it fall down; he had more to clean up from the floor later anyway. She got off the counter and stepped back in her underwear, then straightening her clothes. ā€œHurry it up, will you? You said you had to leave quarter to and itā€™s now nearly ten to, because of your little beautysession.ā€ Cassidy ignored his nagging. She put her hair back up in a neat ponytail using the window for a mirror before turning to him.
ā€œCan you drive me to ballet class? Else Iā€™m going to be lateā€¦ā€ she pouted. Evan smiled, he saw that one coming. ā€œSure. Letā€™s go.ā€ He put on his coat which he took out together with hers, seen as he already expected her to ask him for a ride. He turned in the doorway to see what took her. He caught her gulping down a big sip of the wodka he had put away for her earlier. She met his punishing eyes with another breathtaking smile and walked past him towards the door. He followed her, rolling his eyes.
Besides the casual sex, Evan en Cassidy shared an extraordinary friendship. Which had started in any even more extraordinary wayā€¦.

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Highest Bidder

If you like it, I’ll make more. This is a kinky fetish of mine, of being dominated and owned, but I’ve never had the nerve to actually do anything about to or mention it. WARNING: This contains underage sex. If you don’t like it, tough. I can make this into a chapter story – I already have a sort-of plot. If I should continue it, let me know. WARNING: LOOK AT THE THEMES. If none of these things turn you on, click BACK right now. Don’t go blaming me for writing this – it was my own kinky mind.

Titcage (Chapter 42)

At the conclusion of a long project of conditioning and degradation by the women-demeaning organisation Titcage, Claire – now known as Fucktwat – prepares for her ultimate submission and humiliation at her wedding ceremony.

Rough Sex in the Locker Room

I don’t really know how to begin my story, but I figure I’d start with a description of myself at the time. I was fifteen years old (turning sixteen in a month), around 5 foot 3, with brownish-blonde hair, green eyes, and pale white skin with a few freckles. A bit of an unusual combination, if you ask most people. I also had a somewhat average dick, just short of six inches and of reasonable girth. One of the reasons that kids always used to bully me was because of my rather feminine build: I was unusually slender and slim, with an arched back that made my ass more noticeable than usual, and my skin was soft and supple with very little body hair. Needless to say, surviving High School with my petite figure was more than a little difficult, but I usually got by with my passive and submissive nature. Usually when somebody wants something from me, even if it’s something I’m not too happy about giving, I’ll give it anyway, just to avoid conflict. I was also pretty adjustable in terms of sexuality, as I often had fantasies involving both genders. Of course, nobody at school knew this, and I wanted to keep it that way.
My adventure starts with the high school Lacrosse team in the second semester of my freshman year that my father somehow managed to talk me into signing up for. I didn’t know anything about lacrosse, and made a pretty awful player most of the time. But what’s important is not what happened during practice, but rather what happened after practice in the boy’s locker room. For the past few weeks I had been unable to safely take a shower without some dickhead jock either slapping my ass as I walked by or pulling my towel off, leaving me nude, and hiding it. Not that I minded being naked so much when everyone else was also naked, but it got pretty annoying after a while.
One day, after everyone had left, I was still naked and was searching for my towel when I heard someone behind me, I looked around and then froze stock still. Shit! It was Louis. Louis was the star player of our team and a Junior but was far from the traditional definition of a jock. He wasn’t very popular, because everyone was scared shitless of him, and I think he preferred it that way. He had brown hair, brown eyes, was a full foot taller than me and was the apex of masculine physical perfection. All of the energy he never put into socializing he put into working out, and he seemed to be a full two years ahead of everyone else in terms of physical development. He was quiet, but when he talked he growled, and when he wanted something from you he was going to get it one way or another, or he would make your life a living hell. Anyway, as he came in to the locker room I pretended not to notice him and dove under one of the benches, pretending to be searching for my towel under there. As I “searched”, I snuck a quick peek in the opposite direction. he was changing out of his Lacrosse clothes, and seemed not to have noticed me. as he pulled down his underwear I got a good look at his tanned body. He had a very big uncut cock, which was semi-hard, and unusually thick. I also noticed that he shaved most of his body hair except for his pubic hair directly above his dick, which was black, thick and coarse. Then it occurred to me that he was watching me, or more accurately my ass, as I was bent over on all fours. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was watching him. I noticed his dick began to slowly become harder and more erect, growing to a full blown hard on. I started getting a little hard myself from watching him. Just then, he noticed I was looking at him. “What the hell are you looking at, candy-ass?” he growled. “N-nothing”, I stammered. I was terrified. Louis actually didn’t seem to be too pissed off, in fact I thought I could see the faint hint of a grin. He went back to changing, his cock still erect. I decided that I wanted to get the hell out of there before he found any other reason to speak to me. I got up, walked to the shower stalls, and decided to fake taking a shower until he was gone. I turned on the hot water and waited. As I waited I wondered if Louis was bisexual as well, since he had gotten hard from watching me nude. Little did I know that I would soon get my answer. After about thirty seconds I couldn’t hear anything, so I decided to come out.
This turned out to be a big mistake. Louis was still there, and he was stroking his huge hard cock. He was also looking directly at me. “Come here.” he said. Oh god. What was he going to do to me? I walked over, petrified, and stood in front of him. He moved slowly toward me, and I stood still, dreading whatever came next. It wasn’t exactly what I expected. He grabbed me tightly by the arms and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I was too shocked and scared to protest as he slid his hands down my smooth body, groping my tight ass and rubbing his hands up and down my pale thighs. I couldn’t help but get a little aroused, and as the tip of his hard thick cock rubbed against my stomach as he held me, I resisted the urge to grab it and start stroking him. Both of his hands grabbed my firm ass and spread it apart as wide as it would go, I realized exactly what he wanted from me, and knew he was going to take it, regardless of whether I was willing. He stopped kissing me and whispered into my ear, “I saw you looking at my cock. Now I’m gonna give it to you whether you want it or not. Get on your knees, bitch.” I complied, and now his massive cock was inches from my face. “Suck it”, he ordered. My heart was pounding against my chest. I had never sucked cock before, even though I sometimes fantasized about it, and I wasn’t even sure if his cock would fit in my mouth given its enormous girth. Trying not to think about this, I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and put it around his thick member. It must have been at least nine inches long. I began to suck for the first time in my life. I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth, growing harder by the second as he made me suck it. It was a curious sensation to have another boy’s hard dick in my mouth, and not altogether a bad one, even thought I wasn’t exactly willing. I began to suck a little faster. I figured that while Louis was forcing me to suck his dick I might as well do a good job of it, so I began to lick the head of his cock with to tip of my tongue while sucking. He seemed to enjoy this quite a bit. “Yes! Suck my dick you little whore!” he grunted. Finally, he got tired of restraining himself. With a groan of intense pleasure he thrusted forward, and his big sausage slid into my throat. He grabbed the back of my head by the hair, and roughly began to violate my mouth, forcing his cock into my throat as far as it would go (about two thirds of the way). I have a pretty weak gag reflex, so as Louis fucked my throat he got deeper and deeper until he managed to get his cock in all the way to the hilt, and he told me stick my tongue out and lick his shaved balls with his slimy throbbing dick buried all the way in my throat. I somehow managed to do this, and although I was trying to deny it being throat-raped by Louis was making me hot. Every once and a while he would pull his cock out and slap my face just to show he was boss, as if I needed reminding. Somehow, this served to make me even more involuntarily aroused. I couldn’t believe I was in naked the guys locker room being forced to deepthroat another boy’s cock. Keeping a firm grip on my hair, he slid my throat all the way down on his dick again. My mouth was taut around the thick base of his cock, the head and shaft stretched the sides of my throat and he grinded my face into his thick pubic hair while my tongue licked his large balls. Finally, he pulled out, and slapped his slimy rock hard erection against my face. He took something out of his bag and said, “Get into the shower.” Needless to say, I obeyed. I felt like a submissive slut, doing everything he said, and I was surprised to find that I was erect and breathing hard. I guess my body liked what he was was doing to me, even if my mind didn’t. Yet.
When he joined me in the shower he had a big bottle of Vaseline or something like it, and I knew what he was going to do. I got nervous, but then I realized that I had no control over what he was going to do, so it didn’t really matter. He turned the hot water on and lay on the floor. He told me to start sucking, 69 style, and so I climbed on top and began sucking his cock. He seemed to know what he was doing, and I wondered if he had had his way with other boys in the locker room before me. As I sucked him, he ran his hands up and down my ass, fondling my balls and squeezing my ass-cheeks. I yelped as he firmly smacked my ass, and the did it again a couple times, making my pale ass turn slightly pink. He then took the Vaseline and began to lube my ass, massaging it all over my body and into my asshole. I had to admit that it felt pretty damn good. My hole was sensitive and I wasn’t used to being touched there so it was a whole new experience. Then he spread my ass wide and began licking my asshole. I let out a soft moan, muffled by the thick smooth cock in my mouth. He began licking faster and dilating my hole slightly with his tongue. I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying it quite a bit. Suddenly I felt his finger slide in, followed closely by a second. I felt my cock become even harder as his fingers stretched my anus slightly and slid in and out of me. It felt fantastic, and I continued to throat his large cock while he finger fucked my ass. I noticed his cock begin to harden in my mouth even more as he moved his fingers in and out of my asshole. “God you’ve got the tightest little hole I’ve ever seen!” he said, smacking my ass again. Now that I was all lubed up, he ordered me to get on all fours. I knew that I wasn’t going to like what was coming next but I bit my lip (or would have if I didn’t have his cock in my mouth) and got on my hands and knees. I whimpered a little as I felt the head of his impressive dick tease my anus. I was fairly sure that I would be stretched out enough to take a baseball bat up my ass after he was done with me, since his cock was about as thick as one. He continued to rub his cock against my slippery body, gripping my thighs tightly as he did so. I couldn’t believe that just fifteen minutes ago I had been searching innocently for my towel, and now I was about to be anally violated in the shower. I knew that fitting his massive cock into my tight ass was going to be extremely pleasurable for him, and extremely painful for me. I wasn’t wrong. He bent over me, and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to make you squeal like a stuck pig.” Then he grabbed my arms and held them behind me so that I hung forward with my ass sticking out making me completely available to him. I moaned as I felt the head of his cock press hard against my asshole, and I could feel it throbbing as he began to press harder and harder, pulling my arms back slowly so that I sunk down on his erect cock more and more. “oh god,” I moaned again, as I felt my hole begin to painfully stretch to accommodate the head of his invading member. His head wasn’t even inside me yet and already the pain was unbearable. I felt like he would split me in half as his cock stretched me out even wider, the head nearly half the way in. Finally Louis got impatient and clamped one hand around my mouth. With grunt he forced me down hard on his cock and it slid into me. I let out a muffled scream of agony as his hard dick plowed into my virgin ass. I couldn’t words to describe how painful it was. My ass was on fire. Then, with his cock about two inches into me, he stopped for a minute to let me get used to the feeling of having him inside of me. I somehow felt that I might not be the first victim of his lust, and I wondered if there were other unfortunate boys he had robbed of their anal virginity in this cubicle. The pain started to dull, but came back as he slid a few more inches of his long dick into me. My asshole was stretched tight around the large girth of his cock, and he groaned with pleasure as he began to slide his cock slowly in and out of me, getting slightly deeper with every thrust.
He began to thrust harder and faster, getting ever deeper into me as I whimpered in pain. When he was about two thirds of the way there I felt his head rub against my prostate, and I began to get hard again. As he continued to rape my ass the pain began to dull a little more, and was beginning to be replaced by the curious and arousing sensation of being filled and stretched by his cock. As he continued to violate me I began to get steadily more aroused. Suddenly I felt his balls slap against me, meaning that he managed to fit all nine inches of his thick cock inside of me. I moaned loudly with pain and pleasure as he grabbed my hair and shoved me onto the floor and began to fuck my tight ass hard. I couldn’t believe that was starting to enjoy this. I began to moan like a whore as his strong arms held me still, thrusting ever harder and more deeply into me. The methodical sound of his big balls slapping against my ass echoed through the room as he fucked my tight hole vigorously, grunting in rhythm with the rough pounding. My cock was rock hard as it rubbed against the floor and I was panting and moaning with lust as he roughly had his way with me. I was loving having his cock inside my tight slippery body, even though it seemed I shouldn’t have been loving it. He fucked my ass while gripping my hair for a long time in that position, my cock becoming harder and harder from the brutal rape. He then pulled his dick out of me and rolled me over on to my back.
He climbed on top of me and slipped his hands behind my shoulders, gripping me tightly, with my legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. He began to kiss me deeply as his cock entered me again, and he thrusted faster and deeper than before, driving me wild with pleasure. “Fuck me harder,” I whispered to him. He obliged, pumping my ass even faster, never seeming to run out of stamina. My mind was blank, and the only thing I wanted was for him to use me as his fucktoy for eternity. He continued to fuck me in the ass, and I felt his hand slide down towards my cock, which was very red and hard. As he began to jack me off, I knew that he was going to make me cum, and the waves of pleasure began to overwhelm my senses. I gasped as I felt my legs begin to tremble, and felt myself beginning to lose all control over my body, my asshole beginning to clench and unclench rapidly around his thick cock, milking him for his sperm. I threw my head back and let out a long, ragged moan of ecstasy as I came, spurting my seed all over his tanned chest. It was the best feeling I had ever felt in my life, and as I finished he began to cum, shoving his stiff cock as far into me as it would go and pumping his huge load of sperm deep inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, both of us in a sexual stupor. Then, pulling his slimy cock out of me, he got up, gathered his things and left, leaving me on the shower floor with his thick semen leaking out of my well fucked hole. As I lay there, recovering from the rough assfucking, I could only think one thing: Lacross practice is going to be a lot more fun from now on…
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