[ADSMI] Story: The bitch, pt.03 M/M(teen) oral anal nc rp spank viol humil beast bond

Warning: The paragraphs you see at the top of stories give no
protection whatsoever. The bigots have already decided that if you
think differently from them, you're a Tool of Satan (or worse, a Free
Thinker) and they'll hunt you down and then party round the bonfire
while you burn.

All of the characters in this story are fictional. No similarity
to any person alive or dead is intended.

Permission is granted to re-post and copy at will, and to store
this story in any not-for-profit archive, provided all warnings are
retained.

The story codes for the whole story are: M/t oral anal nc rp spank
viol humil beast bond

(or to put it another way - violent man/teenboy sex with
pretty much every kink except scat and blood, 'cos they turn me off.)

The codes for this part are: M/t, anal, rape, viol, bond, humil

No electrons were harmed in the making of this story.

Hope you enjoy it.

TU.




==========================================================

Warning: this part contains violent non-consensual sex. If fantasy
descriptions of that sort of thing upset or offend you, now is
the time to hit the back/delete button.

==========================================================









The bitch, part 3
by ToolUser.





Morrie loved fucking boys. He loved the feel of a boy's hot, tight
sheath massaging his tool, the little sounds the boy makes, the heat
of his skin, and the scent of adrenaline: fear, musk and spunk. But
best of all he loved the feel of dominating the boy; knowing that his
cock was going up that little shitter because there was damn' all the
boy could do about it. He knew Sanjay would be resisting, tensing,
rejecting, fighting him. It wouldn't last - the kid would surrender.
They all did: human nature.

Morrie had gotten soused in a bar one time with this professor guy who
laid it all out for him. For millions of years (the guy said) those
boys that fought the adults died, while those that were smart enough
to bend over, take it up their cute little butts and get one big guy
to protect them against all the other big guys, lived. And those boys
that learned to love it? They took over the fucking planet.

Morrie had always figured it was just that boys were like dogs: they
were happier when they knew who was boss. But whatever, it amounted to
the same thing. Soon Sanjay'd be gritting his teeth and enduring it;
later he'd be reluctantly compliant, and before you could say
"cocksucker" he'd be loitering outside bars and in locker rooms,
begging any guy with a big enough package to stretch his itchy little
ring.

And often those who fought the hardest turned the soonest because
they're fighting Mother Nature, and she's the biggest bitch of them
all.


Sanjay was sprawled over the couch, watching him, a frown creasing his
cute brows. "You will teach?"

"Sure. Don't you worry kid. You'll get it." Morrie looked around and
saw the butter on the breakfast bar. He grabbed it.

"Right." One handed, Morrie squeezed open the stick of butter and
smeared a generous pat onto Sanjay's ass.  He saw Sanjay flinch when
the cold grease contacted his skin, and the boy squealed.

"What?  What hell are you doing?" Sanjay yelled, trying to twist his
head to see what was going on.

"Bein' nice to ya." Morrie spread the butter along the boy's crack,
watching the shine spread over those delicious taut brown buns.  Such
a cute, fuckable little ass.  He stroked his hand over the boy's hot,
spanked little cheeks, and felt Sanjay tense.  Morrie spread Sanjay's
taut little cheeks apart and then pushed a thick, nail-bitten finger
against the boy's hole.  He could feel Sanjay tensing, squeezing hard,
and he grinned as he took a little more butter and then pushed again,
harder.

"Ow," Sanjay whimpered. "Ow, ow.  You stop now, maybe we just forget.
I not tell, promise."

"Ahh, shit, Kid.  You're so fuckable it'd be a goddamn' crime if I
stopped now." Morrie grunted and pushed his finger further into the
boy.

"Ow!  It is too big!"

"Don't be stupid.  It's only my finger.  You've been shittin' bigger
turds since you was five." Morrie pushed his finger further inside,
feeling the boy clenching on it. "Two fingers, now -"

"OW!"

"Yeah, that's a bit more of a stretch." Morrie worked his two fingers
in and out of the boy's greased hole.

"Ow - you hurting, no!"

Shit he was horny!  The sight of the angry, helpless boy, his hands
tied behind his back, shining dark curls tumbled in wild disarray and
his lean body awkwardly twisted over the arm of the couch, his long
dark legs (made to seem even longer by those sexy white kneesocks)
spread wide against the pale leather - and best of all that neat, cute
little ass presented in obscene display; bruised from the hard
spanking and his hole gripping Morrie's fingers in tight promise of
pleasure to come.

"Yeah." Morrie's cock twitched at Sanjay's little whimper when he
pulled his fingers out.  Hastily the big man slathered his cock with
grease, took a deep breath, and grabbed the boy's hips.

"No, please! I not a queer, I don't do this."

Morrie grinned, nestling the tip of his cock between the boy's slim
asscheeks. "But you are a little bitch, ain't ya? And bitches always
get fucked."

"No! Ow! Off me! Not do!"

Morrie pushed forward a little, enjoying the feel of the boy tensing
his ass. "You're gonna get fucked, bitch.  By me. Fucked hard and deep
and long." He pushed again, looking down at the broad red head of his
hard cock nestling against the tiny purple brown pucker of the slim
teen's little ass.

"It's gonna hurt you, kid. Reckon you're gonna scream like a girl. But
that's okay: it don't bother me none." He pushed forward a little and
felt Sanjay squeeze his ass tight shut against his cockhead. "In fact
I kinda like it. I'm gonna stuff your tight ass full of hard mancock
an' you c'n yell all you goddamn' want."

Morrie leaned his weight into the boy, feeling the young boy's smooth,
slick asshole start to stretch around the width of his fat cockhead.

Sanjay shouted and desperately tried to buck his hips, kicking his
legs wildly, but Morrie held him firm, his monstrous thick weapon
lodged in the kid's bullseye.  He increased the pressure.

"Yeah!  That's it, bitch!" he grunted. "Ahhh!  Your boycunt's fuckin'
incredible!"

Sanjay screamed. "OW my ass!  You rip it open! Ow! - please no! NOT!"

Morrie paused a moment to get a better grip on the boy's hips and
enjoy the sight of his thick cock forcing open the kid's hole.

"Bit of a stretch, is it?" Morrie ran his hands over the velvet
chocolate skin of the boy's back, feeling his narrow little waist, his
taut, toned muscles.

Morrie pushed again into the boy's tightly clenched ring; pulled out
slightly and pushed again. "Yeah! So - fuckin'!  Tight!"

"It hurt," Sanjay moaned. "Aaaow!  Oh please, no!  Oh it hurt, you
bastar'! You hurting me!"

"Yeah! Yeah that's right, I am!" Morrie shoved his hips forward again,
thrusting against the grip of the boy's tight clenched sphincter. "And
you know why I'm hurtin ya, right?"

"Dirty scum, you!"

Morrie slapped his ass, and the boy screamed. "Watch ya mouth, kid!
You gonna learn to be polite, boy." He shoved again into Sanjay's ass,
hearing the boy moan in pain as he shoved his cockhead past the boy's
tight ring. "I'm teachin' ya what happens when ya don't say sorry. I
gave ya a choice: you could'a used your mouth properly - but no, you
just wanna shoot it off. Well, now I'm gonna use your ass to shoot
off, got it?

"Your Daddy shoulda learned ya better, but he din't.  So I'm your
Daddy now.  Got that?" He slapped Sanjay again, feeling his asshole
spasm round his cock. "What you gonna call me? Say it!"

"S...scum!" Sanjay choked through his gritted teeth.

"Ohhhh, yeah.  That's it, kid. Fight me. I like that. You gonna suck
me?"

"No! Ow! Never suck!"

Grinning, Morrie shoved his cock deeper, feeling the tightness of the
boy's desperately clenching assring slipping slowly further and
further down the length of his cock with each brutal thrust. Man! The
boy was tight all the way in, his spasming, twitching innards gripping
Morrie's cock like a hot, velvet glove.

"AIYAA!! AOUUU!" Sanjay screamed, twisting on the couch as the big man
rammed his cock up his tight brown ass. "Hurting! Hurting!" he
screamed.

"That's it ya little cunt! Scream ya brains out, ya fuckin' little
uppity bitch! Take it! Up ya! Ass!!

"That's it, uh! Yeah! Uh!" finally he ground his hips against the
boy's asscheeks, sheathed to the root in Sanjay's hot gut. "That's a
good slut.  Ready to fuck?  Bet you wanna learn to be your Daddy's
fucktoy now."

"Nuuuah!" Sanjay moaned.

"You want your Daddy to fuck you?"

"No, no! No fuck! I don't!" Sanjay sobbed, trying to shift his hips on
the sofa. "Hate you, bad man!"

"Tell me, you stupid little cunt!" Morrie shoved again. "I'm gettin'
real pissed. Tell me you want it or I'll really fuckin' hurt you!" he
gripped a handful of the boy's red, tender ass and squeezed.

Sanjay whimpered and thrashed, but it didn't seem to have any other
effect.  Morrie reached between the boy's legs and grabbed his balls,
squeezing hard.

Sanjay arched his back and screamed.  Morrie felt the boy's ass
clenching tight, and moaned in an agony of lust; he wanted to fuck the
little bitch hard: now!  Now!  Now!  But he mastered himself, and
relaxed the pressure on the boy's balls after a single hard squeeze.

"Yes, you do! You want me to fuck you!" Morrie rammed his cock a
fraction further into the boy's tight clenched little shitter. "Tell
me!"

"OW! Hate you! Ow!"

Morrie squeezed again, twisting the boy's nuts savagely.

Sanjay screamed like a stuck pig and thrashed atop the couch. He ride
to twist away, but Morrie's grip on his balls, and the tight-spasmed
grip of his own ass around Morrie's cock prevented him.

Morrie thrust into Sanjay's tight-clenched ring, enjoying the feel of
the teen's muscles clamped around his cock.  "You're a dirty little
whore, ain't ya?" he snarled. "Gettin' me all excited with your 'No,
no I shan't!' when all the time you're hot 'n' wet thinkin' 'bout my
cock stuffin' your ass!"

"AAAAiiiahh!" Sanjay screamed, wildly bucking his ass as Morrie
continued to twist the boy's nuts.

"Yeah! That's it boy!" Morrie yelled over Sanjay's screaming. "Ride
your Daddy's cock with that cute li'l ass! Makin' me hurt ya an
carryin' on like you don't like it, ya lyin' little bitch!"

Morrie stopped squeezing, and waited for the boy's earsplitting
shrieks to subside.

"You gonna tell me the truth now?" Morrie flexed his fingers warningly
around Sanjay's balls.

"Oh, please," Sanjay babbled as Morrie thrust into his ass, "please!
Ahuh! Ahuh! No! - please!"

"Please what?" Morrie's rhythm was unrelenting.

"P-please fuck ass, uh, ow it hurting."

Morrie thrust hard into the boy's ring. "Fuck me what?"

"Aah! Daddy!  Please to fuck me, please Daddy!"

"Yeah, that's right, kid.  Tell your Daddy how much you want to be
fucked."

"Please Daddy, please fuck my ass, ow!  I want you to be fucking me
with your big hard cock, uh, uh, it hurts, it hurts!" he sobbed.

"Yeah, Daddy's gonna teach you good.  He's gonna teach you what your
cute little ass is for; how to suck cock; how to make a man real
happy. You want to make your Daddy happy, don't you?"

"Aow! No, Daddy! Please not! I no like!"

"Can you feel me in you, slutboy?" Morrie growled, thrusting in and
out. "Feel me stretching your pretty ass wide? Well, can you?"

Sanjay whimpered. "Ow! Yes, Daddy."

"You like it, don't you?"

Sanjay just moaned, and Morrie slipped a hand between the boy's smooth
thighs and gripped his balls again.

"I asked you a question, boy.  Answer me!" He squeezed Sanjay's balls
lightly and the boy yelped, his asshole twitching round the root of
Morrie's dick. "You like my fat cock up your hole?" Morrie moved back
a little, watching as his thick hard cock pulled the pink inner of the
boy's tightly stretched assring into view.

The boy whimpered, writhing on the broad arm of the couch, his
twitching sending shivers of pleasure up Morrie's cock.

Morrie squeezed again.

"Aaow! Yes! Aaah! Yes, Daddy!"

"You like being fucked? Tell me!"

"I like it Daddy! I like being fucked," Sanjay sobbed. "I like feeling
your so big hard cock up my ass!"

"That's a good boy."

Morrie pushed the boy's hips firmly against the couch and began to
fuck him anew with sharp, hard jabs of his thick cock.

Morrie could see the boy's agonized expression: his eyes were squeezed
shut and his teeth gritted.  He could feel the boy clenching his ass,
gripping Morrie's cock.

Every time he pulled his cock out an inch, two inches through the
boy's tight ring of muscle, Sanjay yelped.  Every time Morrie shoved
home again, the boy whimpered and moaned; twisting on the couch.

"Yeah, that's it boy. I c'n hear ya moanin', you little whore!" Morrie
snarled as he thrust regularly into the boy, slapping his hairy thighs
against Sanjay's smooth brown ass cheeks. "Oh, yeah! Uh! Uh!"

"Argh! Ow! Oh please!" Sanjay sounded desperate. "Ow! Ow!"

"Please, is it now?" Morrie grinned and thrust hard again. "That's it
you little whore, scream with pleasure when I fuck you."

"AHHH! AHHH!" Sanjay screamed as Morrie's fucking moved up into a
brutal, stabbing rhythm.  The couch squeaked and grated across the
floor as the big man hunched close against the teenager, holding him
down with sheer weight and using all his muscles to ram his cock again
and again into the sobbing boy.

"Take it, you little bitch," he snarled. "Squeeze your ass, boy! Yeah,
like that. Work your Daddy's cock with your tight little boycunt."

Morrie could feel the sweat running down his back as his hips thrust
in a savage, pounding rhythm. He was now pulling out just a couple of
inches and then ramming home again, battering his hips against the
boy's dusky lean ass, the entire length of his hard fucktool squeezed
by Sanjay's tight, hot, bowels.

Slowly Sanjay's ass muscles tired under the prolonged assault and
gradually Morrie was able to lengthen his stroke until he was pulling
almost completely out and then smashing home again.

He looked down, watching his glistening, big-veined hard cock
squeezing into the boy's tightly stretched ring.  The narrowness of
Sanjay's hips made Morrie's cock look all the bigger and thicker by
comparison, and the thought of quite how far up the boy's colon he was
fucking urged him to be a bit harder and rougher.

He accelerated the pace, pistoning into the boy's gleaming brown
haunches, flesh slapping against sweaty flesh; Sanjay yelping and
whimpering in time to the rhythmic fuck.

Morrie grabbed the boy's slim ankle in one hand and lifted, twisting
Sanjay sideways on the couch so he could spear his ass from a new
angle.

As he'd suspected, the mechanical stuffing and friction had combined
to give the boy a hardon - not that a horny teen needed much excuse
anyway. It jiggled slightly as Morrie kept up the pace, pumping in and
out of the boy's tight hole.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"Y' like it," he gasped.

"No," Sanjay moaned. "You don't look."

"Yeah, right." Morrie rammed his cock hard up the boy's little
shitter. "Never happened - right, straight-boy?"

Sanjay glared up at him. "I not - ow! - not the gay!" he said.

"What - whatever." Morrie grinned down at the boy and changed the
angle of his fucking slightly. "Sure are, nice. Tight fuck."

Oooh, yeah. That was it. He knew he'd found the boy's joy-gland the
minute his cock rubbed against it, and felt it in the boy's reaction.
Oh fuck. He was gonna cum soon, he could feel it building, but first,
if he could...

Sanjay moaned, and Morrie could see the boy's dick was a little
harder, jigging against the boy's flat, ridged stomach in time to
Morrie's fucking.

Morrie was close - he was trying not to look at the sexy little boy
with his dick at full mast and his ass stuffed and stretched by that
big hard cock. He closed his eyes, and bit his lip, concentrating on
hitting the boy's joy-button on every thrust.

Sanjay whimpered and gasped, and Morrie felt the teen's ass clenching
rhythmically on his cock as he thrust in and out.

He opened his eyes to see the boy's cock twitch and shoot a long
string of pearly cum over his dark stomach and chest, and felt a
second, tighter squeeze as the boy came hard, squirting over his own
face.

"Yeah, bitch, yeah!" he panted. "That's it! Cum for yer Daddy. Show
him how much you like bein' fucked by his big hard cock, little pansy
boy!" Morrie felt the boy buck and shiver against him as he continued
to fuck his spasming asshole.

Sanjay moaned. "No, I not! I not!" he sobbed.

"Yeah, right!" Morrie gasped. "Sure, straight boy, cums if Daddy,
fucks him!

The thrill of Sanjay's humiliation tingled through Morrie's veins. He
let go Sanjay's ankle, letting the boy roll onto his stomach so he was
fucking him doggy-style, hard, like the little boy-bitch he was. His
own cock felt iron hard and swollen fit to burst.

"Unh! Unh! Yeah! Take it! Up your, Tight! Little! Ass!!" he gasped,
fucking the boy as hard as he could. "Love it! You! Fuckin'! Loveit!"

Reaching forward and down, he grabbed Sanjay's hair in both hands and
began pulling, hard, making the little bitch scream and clamp down
tight with his ass again as he thrust, thrust into that clenching,
squeezing little ring, feeling the need boiling up in his dick.  Hard,
again, and yes -

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, you little whore -"

Morrie came so hard it hurt, a huge pulse of cum that squirted deep
into Sanjay's flinching gut. He was grinding his hips against the boy,
trying to get every possible millimeter of hard man cock buried inside
that sticky hot wetness as his cock throbbed and spurted.  He
whimpered from the toe-curling intensity of the pleasure, his eyes
tight shut and his body shivering as he rocked to and fro, feeling
Sanjay's hot gut squeezing his oversensitive cock as he sprayed the
inside of the teen's colon with shuddering blasts of cum.



Slowly, stickily, Morrie pulled his cock out of Sanjay's hole. The
boy's neat ass sure looked different now: purple and fingermarked, his
hole puffy and swollen, surrounded by a purple ring of bruising and
leaking a thin trickle of cum down one smooth dark thigh; a thicker
splash of cum across the arm marked where the boy had spurted again.

Morrie staggered round to the other end of the couch and collapsed
onto it, gasping, sprawling with his legs wide and his softening cock
dripping a discolored greasy puddle onto the floor.

Slowly his breathing eased. Morrie wiped his forehead with the back of
his arm, feeling the cool leather sticky against his sweating back.

Sanjay turned his head and glared at Morrie. His eyes were like chips
of jet.

"You will in prison long time for this."

Morrie chuckled. "Pity it ain't you goin' ta the big house. You'd have
a great time, ya little whore."

"You shall be quiet!"

"Cummin' just 'cause yer daddy fucks that cute li'l boy-pussy o'
your'n. SURE yer straight." He grinned to himself and waited.
Sometimes the best parts were when you got to fuck a boy's mind.

"I... I will still tell."

Morrie sighed. "Yeah. I bin thinkin' about that."


* * *


(end of pt.3)
[ Auf dieses Posting antworten ]