Entering the Dark Side

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Mark stared down at his cordless phone. His brown eyes looked blank, as his mind argued about whether he should call Dix or not. Glancing up at the clock, he knew he only had 30 minutes to decide, before it would be too late. Those were the rules, from 1pm to 2pm only, and only today. Any later and there would be no answer, ever.

For the last 30 minutes he had been staring at the phone, now and then reaching for it, then pulling back. He still wasn’t sure if what he had experienced last night, was something he wanted to ever experience again. Yet at the same time, he felt like if he didn’t, he’d be missing out on the best sex of his entire life.

Not like he had a boring sex life, until now. Certainly last night with Dix had showed him a whole new type of sex, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t known what was involved. That was the other thing, the way he had to sit and actually tell Dix what he would or wouldn’t do. It was so unreal, to sit down and over a cup of coffee have it all laid out for him.

Now it was up to him, if he want to pursue that line of sex. It wasn’t something he had to ever do before. The guys he had sex with, well it had been good, damn hot too but if he didn’t like it, he could just not call them. If he did like it, well he usually could call whenever, not have any deadlines, or ultimatums. That too made this all different, as he stared at the phone, wishing it would ring, but knowing that Dix wasn’t about to call him. It was his choice, his only.

Leaning back into the chesterfield, he felt the twinge around his ass, and along his back. It was still a bit sore from last night. As Mark thought about it, he found his hand lightly moving around his wrist, feeling the tenderness. His hand moved along his arm, feeling the ache in his muscles, up around the shoulder.

Dix wasn’t all that much older than him, least in years. About a year & a bit, making him 27 to his own 25 and a bit. Dix was one of those trainers, the kind that you hired to get you in shape, while he worked in the real world. Mark was a surveyor by trade, loved the freedom his job gave him, and the ability to be outdoors. Dix on the other hand, well at first Mark thought he was either at a gym or at someone’s house yelling at them to do one more push up or sit up.

Now he wasn’t so sure. He had a rather soft voice but man it could bark out those orders at times. Mark smiled as he remembered how the night had gone from idle chit chat, to the meat of things, as Dix called it. He was pretty no nonsense, but he had a sense of humor, or so it seemed. Now he wondered, given how hard he had worked him that night, and it was his first stab at that kind of sex too.

Mark liked to try new things, which is why he had answered the ad in the local bar rag for some ‘edgy sex with attitude’ that had gotten his attention. It wasn’t like it was from some hustler either, though he had wondered at the time. Still, he had always been curious about the more rough aspect of sex, though he didn’t realize just how much went into a ‘session’, as Dix called it.

They had met at a coffee shop, near Dix’s flat. He was a bit shorter than Mark, had his hair cut short too, but his face reminded Mark of some military dudes he had known. The way their eyes seemed to never settle on one spot, but always were darting around. Sort of like they were afraid of being seen, or attacked. It was unnerving at first.

He had a rather unshaved look too, plus he certainly seemed built. The way his sleeves looked so stretched, as if they were a size or two too small. Yet all in all he thought he stacked up pretty good to him, but he had only been kidding himself. Dix was certainly far more defined, had a body that was very well defined, a total turn on for him too.

Going back to his flat was an experience. The place was more up scale than he had imagined, and the furnishing inside didn’t seem to match the guy either. There were lots of delicate objects in shelves, and the furniture itself looked more suited to some doddering old geezer, than to a fit 27 year old trainer.

Yet as he sat on the couch, he was surprised at how comfortable it was, at how it supported his frame without any pressure. He now understood why too, as he grimaced a bit, staring down at the phone. Time was ticking away, and he needed to decide. Did he want more training at Dix’s hand, or not?

There was so much to consider, before making that call. He knew he couldn’t back out later, it was a choice to make now, or never. No procrastination, least not if he wanted to continue to see Dix, to have him administer to his needs. A small grin crossed his face as his hand moved across his bare chest, feeling the chest hair move, felt the way his nipples were once more fully erect. Sore, but erect and seemingly ready for more.

He had his nipples sucked by some of the best, but nothing like how Dix had done him. Man, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to touch them again, not the way Dix had used those clamps on them. How they didn’t seem too bad at first, then suddenly they were squeezing them so hard, he thought he’d pass out.

That too was a whole different scene. To not only know how to act, how to perform for the guy, but to remember how to stop it all. Mark figured he was pretty tough, resilient even, but he had come so close, so many times last night, to just shouting it out, to ending it all. He had never experienced such pain, across his chest, his groin, or his rectum.

Yet at the same time, he had never felt such pleasure either. The way his nipples had felt when Dix sucked on them, each one given the same treatment. It had only made his dick ache. Hell, it had made his whole body tremble, if he was to be honest. How the pain turned to pleasure, back to pain, then pleasure.

It was like Dix had some secret switch that he flicked at will. It really was amazing, as his hand trembled a bit, remembering sitting on that couch, listening to Dix explain the things he liked. It scared him, and he could tell that Dix knew that too. The way his face smiled, sort of. It was more like a wicked little grin than a smile, and how his eyes seemed to glitter when he talked about how he liked to bind his boys, only added to the fear.

Yet he didn’t run out, or get up and storm out. He had stayed, and listen to the man’s soft voice as he talked about he liked to use wrist and ankle restraints. How he enjoyed the feel of rope being tied tightly, but not too tight. How he used a gag at times, but not the first time out. Then there was all the talk about taking him to new heights, not just mentally, but physically too.

How he would teach Mark, to not cum until he had commanded it, to hold it back and make it even more of a powerful orgasm. It held his attention, as he really did love the orgasms he had. Dix seemed confident he could triple, at least, those feelings, but only if Mark was willing to follow his instructions, to him teach him the right way.

While he had failed on that score, last night, he was rather intrigued about it, wanting to find out just how it worked. Not that his failure last night was total either, he had managed to hold it back for a bit. Still, it was too soon for Dix, who showed his displeasure. He could still feel the whacks across his buttocks, the way the hard pole of rubber had hit, each whack making him wince, making him bit his lower lip.

The whole night had been odd, and yet today he felt still exhausted from it, still tingling really. None of the sex he had before, ever really left him feeling this satisfied, or this anxious to have more. And he had, had some hot guys. There was William, Matt, and a few others that had left feeling totally drained, but nothing like how he was feeling right now. It had been hours since he had gotten dressed, slowly too.

Every part of his body had hurt, had felt like it was ready to just collapse. All the way home, he could still feel some of the tingling, some of the thrill of the sex, long after it had been done. Yes, the pain was there, but so was the pleasure, the warmth inside. Odd how he could separate the two, so long after. It was as if each blow, each surprise, had etched itself into his body, not just his memory, but his body itself.

His eyes moved across the phone, towards the crumbled paper that lay next to it. One of the pieces had Dix’s phone number, the other was his copy of the consent form. He smiled as he looked at that, wondering if it really meant anything, or was just part of the whole routine? Did him signing his acceptance mean anything legally, or was it to put him in the right frame of mind?

So what if he had signed something, it didn’t list really all that was to be done, or that they had agreed. Plus, a lot of it was left up to Dix, to his expert knowledge to determine what Mark would do, or could do. How far it went, was pretty well up to Dix, with the only exception being that one safe word.

Choosing that had been hard, because it had to be something he could easily say, remember. It was his key to safety, as Dix told him. He told him several times too, which impressed Mark. It was sort of like Dix cared, cared so much that he was anal about it, but after the night had ended, he was glad too.

At first, when they had been talking about it, he had felt rather foolish in trying to choose one. He even had sort of made fun at it, which had gotten him a stern look. Then there was the sheaf of documents that Dix brought out, which he told Mark he would need to gather, if he elected to continue with his ‘training’. That too had a sort of sinister sound to it, but the papers Dix handed to him were rather impressive.

They showed everything about him, results for test for various infections, assorted diseases, not just his HIV status. That did impress him, showing he was free from Gonorrhoea, syphilis, and Hepatitis A, B, & C. In some ways it seemed all so cold, so planned, but then again, the sex sessions weren’t just random. Though Dix did say that once things progressed, it would appear more random, but for now, it was either this way, or no way.

It made him stare at Dix for several minutes, and this time, the man didn’t flinch, didn’t shift his eyes one fraction of an inch. He stared right back, letting Mark look. He remembered how he had shivered then, as he realized that this wasn’t about just tying up one’s hands, and teasing them, or Spanking their bottom. This was the real deal, that there really would be pain, hard pain.

Asking for a Beer had also surprised him. The way Dix had smiled at him, then simply said ‘not a chance’. He did explain that they either did it straight, or again, no way. He rather had wished he had a few drinks in him before they had gone into the so called playroom, but afterwards, it all made sense.

He certainly didn’t want some drunk or inebriated person administering those little lessons. The risk of going too far, of maybe even ignoring the safe word, were just too great. Dix also told him, no drugs allowed, not even some Pot. He was quite cool and calm as he explained it to Mark, but you could tell he was deadly serious. He said no lessons, if Mark had a hint of being under the influence, of anything, booze or drugs.

Made sense, once they were into the session, but at the start, he felt it was all rather pointless. He knew better now, and was glad that Dix had been such a hard nose about it. Last thing he wanted was to have Dix make a mistake, because he was high or feeling the drinks. Just the idea of him being loaded, while twisting that nipple clamp, made him cringe.

Staring at the wall clock, he realized that time was running out. He had to make up his mind, before he lost this opportunity. Problem for him really, was did he think of it as an opportunity, or as something to run from?

While it was more role playing, sort of an enhanced sexual game, it felt like a lot more than that. It felt strange to lay on the hard table, to watch this nearly bald shaved man tie his arms up, to pull on the arm so that his shoulders ached. To see him carefully bind his wrists, then to pull his legs apart, with the same precision, same intensity.

How his hands held his ankles, as he strapped them down. How he looked up at Mark, his eyes glaring. It all added up to making him nervous, yet also very excited. Nothing had ever felt this way, even though he had tried it a few times with others.

Like how Matt had tied him up, while poking at his sac, then sucking on his cock. It had been good, but no where as good as when Dix had finished tying up his legs, and had just ran his hand up the leg. How powerful it had felt, how sexy it made him feel. Then the way his hand had slapped at his hard cock, which surprised him, but also made him feel hornier.

Matt had been a good fuck, a great cock sucker too, but nothing like how Dix had him feeling. The whole living room scene, had definitely set the mood. Walking into the playroom, he had been surprised by how dark it was. Even when Dix flicked a switch, it didn’t seem to brighten up much.

There wasn’t much in the way of furniture. A large wooden table stood dead centre in the room. You could see the open cuffs, and the padding. It was a rather wide looking table, which he now knew was so he could be stretched out better. Laying on that table, spread eagled and unable to move, had made him quiver, even now, just recalling it.

Mark leaned forward, his arm outstretched as the memory of that night flooded his mind. He felt his body shudder, as he recalled it all, as his fingers stretched out for the phone. The way Dix had opened the playroom door, and stood to one side, telling him to enter the dark side of sex, where nothing was taboo.

That sort of made him start, but he had walked in. It was almost like being back in School, him accepting a dare. The similarity ended there, though. This was a lot more than a dare as he stepped in, noticing the long dark shadow of the table in the centre. He heard the switch being flicked on, but the darkness didn’t seem to disappear all that much.

It shed some light, mostly around the corners of the room. He noticed how the walls were actually more like floor mats, that one used in a school gym, or at some exercise place. There were things handing from one, and the table was more noticeable. Seeing the restraints made him stop and look. It also had made him wonder what he had gotten himself into, as well as making him chant his safe word, over and over again.

What had felt like an over dramatization, was suddenly very real as he stared at the table, then at the rubber walls. He realized, all the screaming in the world wouldn’t help him one bit. No one would hear as he looked up and down, to see that even they were covered. Funny, he hadn’t noticed that when he first stepped in.

Dix closed the door rather loudly, which made Mark jump. He turned around quickly, noting how close Dix was suddenly to him. At first he felt like running, but realized the only way out, was through Dix. Suddenly the guy didn’t look so small, or equal. It was like he had grown, to become a giant, and it made him break out in a bit of a cold sweat as he retreated a few steps, towards the table.

There was that sort of grin, that only added to his sense of fear, which yet seemed to not be greater than his curiosity. Strange, as he watched Dix move around the room, lighting several candles that Mark hadn’t even noticed. They were like candelabra’s, on long black poles, and you could see they had been well used, the candles that is. Some had thick stubs only of candles, while others were nearly new looking, though still fat.

Near the long table, that he could now see better, was a trolley with a cloth over it. He felt a strange cold creep into his spine, as his eyes stared at the trolley, wondering what evil little toys were hidden there.

‘What is your safe word?’ the voice commanded, which made him feel like Dix had shouted it at him. He was that close, and had obviously leaned towards his ear, to ask him.

‘demon’ he had stuttered in response, that wasn’t quite right. Oh the word was right, but he had already forgotten the rules, and felt his entire body being pulled forward, as Dix had reached out with one hand, grabbing his shirt in his fist.

‘What?’

‘Demon… Sir’

Dix held him for a second or two, glaring at him, almost nose to nose, before releasing him. Mark realized just how powerful the guy was, as he had been lifted up onto his toes, with just the yank from one single hand. It felt strangely hot in the room, as he stood there, uncertain what to do next. While Mark might be an inch taller, Dix certainly had the greater strength.

His fears were growing, despite the talk outside the playroom. How did he know if Dix would accept his safe word? What if he forgot it, or worse, was too weak or something to say it? Thinking about it, he wondered why he was willing to put so much trust into a guy he had met through an ad in a bar magazine. What did he know about the guy, other than he was some personal trainer?

The contact had been by email, and the meeting arranged the same way. No one knew where he was, which made him look harder at Dix. The way he held himself, how carefully he moved as if walking on egg shells. It was like everything had a purpose, and each movement was calculated for minimum effort.

The candles added some flickering light to the room, and he could smell them burning, as he waited, uncertain if he still wanted to go on with this. He felt the palms of his hands become damp from sweat, felt his forehead beading up with sweat, as Dix finally finished lighting candles, and now stood, once more, in front of Mark.

His dark brown eyes seemed to glare, as they moved slowly up and down, taking in Mark’s nervous posture. He could feel the disdain, or disgust. He wasn’t sure which, as Dix stepped closer to where he was once more nearly nose to nose with him.

‘Strip, everything, now’

It wasn’t shouted, wasn’t screamed, but it held a sense of menace in each word. He felt like he was in some Boot Camp for Marines or something, as he tried to move, to undress. Yet Dix didn’t move, didn’t get out of his way, but stood there, daring Mark to move him. It was quite intimidating, as he struggled to get his shirt off, without touching Dix.

The shirt and pants weren’t hard, but he was having trouble getting his socks off. He had to lean to one side, to reach around Dix’s rather obstructing body, but he managed finally to get each sock off. Then came the underwear.

He had on a pair of jockey type shorts, and they required a bit more of his fancy footwork, to finally get down his legs, and off. The look on Dix’s face didn’t inspire him either, as it looked rather cross. The eyes stared hard at him, then moved down to glare at his naked groin. Mark felt his cock stirring, growing a bit harder than it already was. His body quivered a bit, as Dix stared at him, and he wondered if his body was not as Dix expected.

‘Turn around, face the table’

Mark did as he was told, and waited. He wondered if he was going to be spanked now, or what. They had talked about that, and he had agreed to being spanked, even with a tool like a paddle or riding crop stick. He didn’t think much of it, but now he sure was thinking of it.

Instead he could hear Dix undressing. Mark wanted to turn around, to see, but he dared not disobey. The list of agreed upon punishments for disobeying Dix’s orders had sounded mild in the other room, but not in this room. Here they seemed to take on a whole new meaning, as he stood there, feeling nervous, feeling very vulnerable.

It sounded like he was also putting something on, as he heard Dix grunt, heard the sound of fabric, or something stiff, being pulled up. His eyes were burning as he really wanted to look, to just turn around, but he was too scared to do so. Besides, he remembered the instructions, the agreed up rules. Hell he had signed a paper to that effect too, which he had found a bit funny. Not so now, as he waited for Dix to tell him what to do next.

‘Turn around’ Dix ordered which made him sigh in relief. Least now he could look, but as he turned around, he was surprised to see Dix was sort of naked, but no dick was hanging out. No hard or soft uncut cock was there for him to look at. His was out, sticking out rather nicely, he had thought, but nothing in return. Instead Dix had some sort of black rubber shorts covering his entire crotch.

Granted they were skin tight, and if he stared hard enough, he could see the outline of a rather thick pole, pushed off to one side. The balls were also well shaped, showing nicely in the black whatever, but that was it.

He noticed that Dix didn’t have lots of body hair, on the chest, while he did. Still even his legs were a bit hairier than Dix’s but no way was his muscles anywhere as well developed. Those were clearly visible to his eyes, as he stared at the man, waiting for the next instruction.

On The Run

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

Bobby Rae pushed the barrel up hard, making TJ wince from the pain. He knew he should keep on taunting him, but he had nothing left. There was no way out, so he might as well not make it any easier for the bastard. Still, he could choose his words a bit better, but then what the fuck, he was fairly certain he’d be long in the ground before much longer.

The gun was slid out from between his legs, and he could hear Bobby Rae grunt, and suck in some air. There was no doubt that the guy was heated up, but what else could he do? Smack him around a bit or rifle whip him? So he’d maybe break a few bones before finishing him off, least then it wouldn’t seem so bad.

The rifle simply moved away, and he relaxed a little, wondering when it would come crashing into him. Would Bobby Rae simply ram it across his leg or his arm? Would he even bother, and just simply pull the triggers? Then too, would he shoot him in the cabin? It would leave a mess, one that even Bobby Rae would know someone would eventually notice.

No, he’d maim him first, break a few bones, to get TJ to cry out, to have him begging for him to stop, but he knew he would never do that, no matter how many limbs he broke or cracked. He wasn’t going to give into the bastard, not now, not ever.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up suddenly, as he felt a chill across his back. Then he heard the door open, and then close quickly. He didn’t dare look out between his legs, but he stood there, hunched over holding onto his ankles, staring at the floor. Bobby Rae’s heavy boot echoed on the wooden floor, coming back closer to him. Yet there was a sort of different sound to it.

It wasn’t as forceful of a tread, muted sort of plus there was a sound of something jangling, like keys or such, but he tried to ignore it. Instead he tried to think of other things, to let his memories have one last play before his mind, before his lights were permanently dimmed.

A few images flew past, just brief flings or one’s that were just about getting off. Not like Doug, in that it had been memorable, just that it was nothing but random sex. He sucked in some air, as he tried to think, to take his mind off his impending doom. In some ways he began to feel sad, not for what he figured was to be his last moments alive, but that really he didn’t have a lot of memories worth holding on to.

Sure there was Rick and Ron, and then Doug from last summer. Man that guy was hot, and while he had only been in the county for 10 days, it seemed like a lot longer at the time. How they would meet at different places, have a quick suck, before going back to TJ’s place, where they would really let loose.

Try as he might, he wanted to think that there was more than just three good memories to hold, to review one last time. As the sound of Bobby Rae coming closer, his body shook a little in panic, when the image of the dark haired guy in the red Corvette flashed before him.

He had been pumping gas at the gas station by the Inter State, as a favour to Ron. Ron had some test to study for, needed the time, so naturally TJ had offered to work his shift, not like he hadn’t done it before. Besides, it was easy enough work, and it meant a few extra bucks too. That always came in handy, but that day was what his dad would call a ‘red letter one’.

He had spotted the car coming off the exit ramp, saw the dust as it hit the county road leading past the station. The bright cherry red color just seemed to glimmer in the sunshine, and as it came closer, the air around it seemed to just shimmer. It really was a hot looking car, but when it pulled into the Station, the guy driving it was just as good looking.

Man, talk about being lucky, as the guy had rather short hair, dark that matched his deep tan too. As he turned the car off, he took off the sun glasses and TJ saw a pair of rich brown eyes that just made his heart skip a beat or two. He couldn’t help himself, as he had been thinking of Ron, and how he had promised not only to let him have the day’s pay, but would give him something special later on that night. Now he knew it was either gonna be a joint of some of that good BC Bud, or his dick. Either one was worth spending the day pumping gas.

As he walked around to fill the tank up, another first for him, he couldn’t help but notice how the guy kept looking at him, checking him out. Hell, he knew he wasn’t bad looking, but it was nice when strangers thought so too. Naturally he had done some checking of his own, enjoying the nice tight butt the guy had, and how his face looked when he talked. It was like he was always smiling too, and when he popped the hood for TJ, well, that was the beginning of one hell of a night.

TJ heard something being slid out of its case, or hold, then he realized it was Bobby Rae’s belt. So the bastard was gonna whip him first, like that was going to make him cry out? Not fucking likely, but still, he just wished the bastard would get it over with. All this suspense was becoming a bore, but then too, the longer Bobby Rae prolonged it, the more time he would have to remember those special times, like with Jordan.

It was while under the hood that Jordan made his play, which had surprised TJ. Normally he was the one making all the plays, so it was a surprise when the guy leaning in, with him, under the hood. Then as he pulled the dipstick out, he felt the guy’s hand suddenly resting on his. He had placed it on the side, to balance himself, while reaching for the dipstick.

With his hand in mid air, the dipstick just showing, he turned towards the driver, to see his dark brown hairs looking into his face. The way they glittered, along with the curling smile around the lips only made his heart skip a beat. The hand didn’t move, but rested lightly as they stared at each other.

Finally the guy leaned back, and watched as TJ wiped the dipstick, telling him the oil level was just fine. The guy had grinned, saying ‘well the car may not any oil, but I damn sure do’ and that was it.

TJ didn’t need any other encouragement. He knew exactly what the guy meant, and it wasn’t like there were lots of people around. He just grinned back at him, saying ‘he had some private stock oil, that was guaranteed to keep his motor well lubed’ which made the guy smile even more.

Strange to be thinking of guys he did, or who did him, as possibly his last thoughts. Shit, maybe it was natural, or maybe he was just trying to avoid dwelling on his lack of luck. Yet then again, he didn’t think he was unlucky. After all, taking Ron’s shift, meeting Jordan, and having their first little fun in the office of the gas station, was well, lucky.

It was lucky because no one drove by, no one came in to interrupt while he stood behind the counter, with Jordan on his knees, sucking on his dick. Nor did anyone suddenly show up needing gas, while he returned the favor a few minutes after he had shot a good sized load into Jordan’s eager mouth.

What wasn’t lucky about finding out that the guy had a nice 8 inches of uncut meat? It was a definite taste treat, and how the foreskin had grown so taut when he worked that dick up to its full length, man that was worth remembering before the lights went out. Besides, not only had it tasted good, but later, when they had gone back to TJ’s place, well, that dick sure gave him a good workout.

So maybe he wasn’t unlucky, just that at times his luck wasn’t the best. Though thinking of that night with Jordan, well maybe even that wasn’t about luck, but timing? What if Ron hadn’t needed to study, and what if Rick had been off elsewhere so he couldn’t spell Ron? So maybe it wasn’t bad luck, just more about timing. At times it worked for him, though not lately.

‘Let’s see how you like this, sissy boy’

He felt his body stiffen, as the words were whispered into his ear. He could feel Bobby Rae’s breath against the side of his neck, as he knew what was about to happen. The sounds had already registered on him, as his fingers released his ankles, then reset themselves to hold tightly to them.

The sound of Bobby Rae lifting his hand backwards only confirmed his thoughts. As he heard the belt come slicing through the air, it was sort of detached from his mind. Instead of waiting for the blow to land across his cheeks, his mind took him back in time, to when Jordan had returned to TJ’s home.

As the belt stuck, making him wince, making him stumble just a bit, his mind saw Jordan, removing his tight fitting jeans, showing a pair of white shorts. They weren’t the true boxers, but more the jock type of shorts, that fit tightly around the thigh and had a bit more leg to them, than say your regular jockey shorts did. It wasn’t the shorts though that had made him gasp.

It was the full basket. He had already had a taste of that pole, but it looked so huge now, encased in the white fabric, that it made his buttocks ache, and his mouth salivate in anticipation.

The second blow landed and he winced, but the image of that tight package kept him from even doing more than grit his teeth. He liked his men, his sex, and he wasn’t going to let some red neck deputy ruin his last minutes. He was going to enjoy experiencing Jordan all over again, in his mind.

How his big balls swayed under that fully erect cock, how they swayed as he just stood there. Nor was he going to let the feel of that 8 inch penis stretching his insides be ruined by some sadistic quirk in Bobby Rae. He was going to enjoy it, to relive it, and he could feel his cock stiffen, feel his own body grow as excited, as it had then.

His buttocks twitched, the muscles inside aching, groaning even, as he recalled how the head felt being wedged between his cheeks, how it felt as Jordan pressed his hips forward, stretching TJ’s hole until finally the head penetrated past, making his whole body quiver with the mixture of pain and pleasure. God, how good it had felt, as that head pushed past, entered his inner valley, to fill him.

TJ smiled as he remembered how he had cried out, telling Jordan to put it all inside of him, to fill him completely, and how Jordan had shot his hips forward, until he felt the crush of his groin up against his buttocks. How his hole had stretched so far that it felt like it would rip apart, as the huge cock ploughed deep into him.

Man, how he had screamed out his pleasure then, how he could still remember how Jordan was pressed up into his body, his sweat dripping down onto TJ’s shoulders, back, as his body pushed in and pulled out in a steady rhythm. How it gradually became faster, making him moan constantly, making sweat drip from his forehead, as the huge cock plunged in and out of his tiny hole. Christ it had been a fuck he would never forget, one he would gladly take with him to eternity.

The memory made his body suddenly quiver, as he realized his own cock was fully erect, and as he opened his eyes, as he realized just how aroused he had become, he was quickly brought back to reality.

‘So, the faggot likes it rough does he?’

He didn’t say a word, as he felt the hot breath on his back, as he felt the press of Deputy Bobby Rae against his quivering buttocks. TJ felt the sweat dripping onto his flesh, as he kept his position, unflinching waiting for the next assault on him.

The press of Bobby Rae on his body suddenly eased, and TJ gritted his teeth, waiting for the next blow, but instead he could only hear the heavy breathing of the Deputy. It was like he was going to take his time, to try and spin the whole torture out, yet it wasn’t quite like that. Least it didn’t feel like that, as if instead Bobby Rae was thinking. That in itself was odd, as Bobby Rae was known for acting before thinking, yet as he stood there, grasping his ankles, he couldn’t help but feel the difference.

As he felt his mind begin to wander, to try and pick up the thoughts of Jordan, he heard the shuffling sound of Bobby Rae. It was a sound he was familiar with, that didn’t fit the situation he was now in. It didn’t make sense, and it made him think again about those signs he thought he had seen. Couldn’t be, but just as he was about to push the notion aside, he felt the slap of what could only be a dick, up against his raw buttocks.

It was a feeling he knew well, he couldn’t be mistaken as he let his eyes move up from the floor, to glance backwards. He saw the fallen pants around the ankles, and knew that the shuffling sound was exactly what he knew it to be. Bobby Rae had dropped his pants, and had moved closer. The press of the man’s penis against his buttocks was proof enough.

‘Let’s see if you can handle a real man, faggot’

As Bobby Rae spoke, he pushed his penis up between TJ’s buttocks, until the head was being wedged up against the pink hole. His cheeks were spread apart slightly and out of instinct, TJ lifted his hands upwards, to grab hold of his cheeks. He felt the pain lance up as his fingers dug into the bruised flesh. Yet he didn’t hesitate to dig deep and pull his cheeks apart, giving Bobby Rae an easier means of entry.

He held his breathe, as he felt the man’s penis pull back slightly, then he felt the searing pain travel up his spine, as the cock penetrated his hole. TJ cried out, at the force of the penetration, as it split his hole and dove deep into his insides. His body felt the rolling tremors as the cock made its way deep inside. The tiny muscles had no chance of stopping it, as it seemed to just keep going further and further.

TJ felt the tears at the corners of his eyes, as the cock seemed to be endless. For a brief moment he thought it had to be something other than a dick, nothing was that long, but he could tell, from the feel, it was flesh. He felt it inside, pushing his muscles aside, stretching him. There was no mistaking the throbbing sensation of the huge pole that was being buried into him, it was a dick, and he bit his lip, not wanting to cry out.

He tasted blood, as his teeth bit deep into his lips, yet the cock inside seemed to continue digging into his insides. He felt it banging up against his innards, felt the muscles of his stomach contract, rumble even, as the huge pole filled him. Then he felt it reverse course, and he breathed out, spreading his legs wider, stumbling a little as Bobby Rae’s hand shot out and held him firmly by the shoulder.

The motion became faster, the hand holding his shoulder grew tighter. Bobby Rae’s fingers dug deep into his flesh, until they were scraping his bone. He cried out from the firm grip, from the huge pounding his ass was taking. TJ couldn’t help it, as he felt his body being assaulted.

With each hard thrust inwards he felt his body shuffle forward, held back from falling by the firm grip of the Deputy’s hand. Then it would ease, and he would fall a little backwards, only to once more have the crushing force of a inward thrust hit his body. The sound of the Deputy’s groin crushing into his buttocks echoed in the cabin, drowning out even the crackling of the logs on the fire.

Sweat poured from his face, from his whole body, as Bobby Rae continued to pound his ass. In and Out he went, faster and faster, until TJ felt like he would pass out from the hard pounding. His head ached, his arms were sore and numb, but he could feel his cock sway to each thrust. He knew it was hard, as hard as he could ever recall, as the big dick continued to thrust in and out. He was moaning, as the hand on his shoulder let go, to grab hold of his hips.

Both hands were suddenly gripping his hips, digging deep into his flesh, and he felt the power of the man as his hips began to grind as they pulled back, then thrust harder in more short static bursts. The huge pole moved only slightly in and out, but at such a speed, that he felt like his whole insides was being jack hammered.

The loud cry made him tense up, made every muscle inside quiver, as he felt the speed go higher, as the huge cock seemed like a piston. His insides were like mush, as suddenly the whole motion stopped. TJ felt the cock pull back, and then with one loud cry, it was shoved in as hard as he had ever felt.

He stumbled forward, as even the tight grip wasn’t enough to hold him back. The hard cock inside seemed to dig past every muscle, every barrier and threatened to pop out of his throat. TJ cried out, as he felt the throbbing of the cock, felt it shake and move side to side, as he knew that Bobby Rae had cummed.

The cock inside jerked several times, moved back then forwards quickly, and then TJ felt his back groan, as it took the full weight of the Deputy. He could feel his chest heaving as he lay across TJ’s bend over back. He felt the drips of sweat and the hot breath on the back of his neck, as Bobby Rae lay on top of him.

His legs trembled, as they tried to hold the weight, but he was finding it hard. The knees were threatening to buckle, as Bobby Rae continued to suck in air, continued to sort of moan, while spread out on top of TJ’s backside. Their bodies felt like they were glued together, from the sweat, and yet Bobby Rae seemed unaware of how close they were to falling to the ground. His hands were dangling down, twitching as his body slowly cooled down.

‘I can’t hold you, you are too heavy’

His words were like pained gasps, but he felt himself losing control, when suddenly the weight disappeared off his back. Bobby Rae had managed to lift himself up, and with the weight gone, he still felt like he was about to collapse. His knees wobbled, and he sank to the ground, hard. The pain made him grunt, as he leaned forward now, on is hands and knees, panting.

TJ felt his chest heave, as he tried to catch his breath. The pain inside was different, as he felt incomplete. The sensation of the big dick was still in his thoughts, as he tried to think, tried to figure out what had just happened, other than having one hell of a good fuck.

He heard Bobby Rae pulling up his pants, then the sound of a leather belt being looped through the pants, the buckle making a dull clanking sound. The click of the belt being cinched up made him turn his head, but he couldn’t see much to either side, telling him that Bobby Rae was still behind him. Near his one foot, he did see a spent condom, one streaked a bit, with red, which he knew was his blood. In one sense he was relieved to see the used condom, in another he felt scared, from seeing his own blood coating it.

A dingy looking blanket suddenly fell to the floor beside him, and he heard Bobby Rae telling him to wrap it around himself, and get up. He reached out, and took the blanket in one hand, while pushing himself up onto his knees, leaning back on his legs. The pain suddenly shot upwards, and he grimaced while wrapping the woollen cloth around his upper body.

He lifted himself up, then turned to see Bobby Rae staring at him, and then motioning him to sit in one of the wooden chairs near the table on the far side of the cabin. He did as told, wondering what was going to happen next.

‘You hungry?’

‘Yeah’

Over by the stove, the cooler, it has some food in it, get the stove working, make us something hot.’

TJ looked over, recognized the old battered cooler that rested near the foot of the old stove. It was his. He turned and looked over at Bobby Rae, wondering what other surprises the Deputy had for him.

Slowly he stood up, clutching the blanket around him, while Bobby Rae watched his every move. The shotgun wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but all he could think about right now, was getting some food into his belly.