A gay sex stories: Prostate Punishment CONTENT WARNING: This story is heavily nonconsensual and darker than my last few. It involves drug use, sexual assault, trauma and other sensitive topics. Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable.
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Saturday night at The Screw was always wild. The drinks were strong, the bass was heavy, and most importantly the guys were just my type. It doubled as a chill cocktail bar in the evening, but when the basement dance floor opened at midnight, that’s when shit got real.
Unlike some of the twinkier clubs in the area, The Screw catered to bears, beards and muscle bound Daddies. You could still find the occasional smooth boy on the hunt, but it was generally a furry bunch.
I, of course, was in the twink camp and frequented with a likeminded group of friends. Easy to spot, we were all totally smooth–face, chest, everything–most of us naturally. We weren’t into the leather scene like a lot of other patrons and instead opted to go shirtless in our basketball shorts. That night I was naughty and also went commando.
Even though this place was notoriously raunchy, I didn’t necessarily go there to get fucked. Sure, I expected at least one dance floor makeout and maybe even a cheeky finger, but nothing tooooo crazy. But by 1AM, when the crowd was hot and heavy, those puritan ideals no longer seemed realistic.
I’d taken ecstasy to ramp up my night (sue me) and was starting to feel it. My blood simmered as flashing lights burned still images of the sweating bodies around me. The energy was chaotic but sexual, the DJ perfectly in tune with our collective libido. We were all on something and he controlled us like puppets through his hypnotic techno beat. One big wave of touching, groping, kissing, grinding…..
“Oliver! Hey, Oli! Earth to Oli!!!”
“Huh… W-what…?”
I was momentarily ripped out of the trance by my friend Jesse.
“Oli! Yo! Oli!”
“Yeah, yeah! What?”
We were both screaming to hear each other over the blaring bass.
“I think that guy’s checking you out!”
“What!”
“I said I think that guy’s checking you out!! And he’s really cute!”
I could barely understand him so he just turned me around and pushed, and when I stumbled forward a huge guy caught me.
“Sup.”
“Oh! Uhhhh…”
I looked up and he was seriously my type. Taller than my 6’2″, older than my 28, and of course hairier than my smooth ass. It finally clicked what my friend was saying and I blushed.
“H-hi… I’m Oliver.”
I stuck my hand out like an idiot but he brought me into a close hug.
“Clyde.”
I didn’t know what to do but “Clyde” took the lead and started grinding his body up against mine. With his arms around me there was nowhere to go so I grinded back on him, and soon we had a nice rhythm going. The drugs had warped my sense of time, but in reality it had only been about two minutes since I was ripped out of the trance. But now I was comfortable again, streamlined right back in, this time with a big man to guide me.
Clyde had the right moves to turn me on. Never getting too excited, he stayed masculine and collected while controlling our hips to the beat. My slim body was tight up against him, undulating, putting on a show for the men around us. I’ve always been an exhibitionist and as one of the few smooth guys it was fun to feel unique. Most dudes weren’t even into that here, but the ones who were loved it.
My eyes closed and truthfully I couldn’t even keep them open. I felt so good, like I was awake, asleep and on another planet all at the same time. And on top of that I was SO fucking horny! My skin sizzled as Clyde swayed my hips and rubbed my back.
I noticed how hard I was, then how hard he was! Evidently also commando, I could see the outline of his big tip through his basketball shorts. That really got me hot, knowing I’d turned him on, so I ground even more provocatively against him.
Clyde slipped his hand down my shorts in response and felt around my plump butt. I looked up at him and he met my gaze very coolly before kissing me hard. The kiss was overwhelming and his coarse beard tore my face up. He used his other hand to hold my head still while vigorously exploring my mouth and ass.
“Smooth. Good,” he approved while sliding up my crack. It was the only other thing he’d said.
I blushed again as this stoic man took his liberties with me, pulling apart my cheeks to gain access to my tight pink hole. My face was buried in his hairy chest, his hands all over my butt as I danced to the thumping techno.
He pushed his thick finger against my dry hole and burrowed the nail in. It felt so incredible to finally be broken into, to feel my anus–my true source of pleasure–opening. It felt like the beginning of an infinite orgasm, yet it was only his nail!!
While grinding, Clyde brought his hand up to my mouth and shoved two fingers in. I was surprised by his rough treatment because we’d only just met, but he really jammed them in there! Then he stayed deep while I forcibly wetted them, gagging me the whole time, wiggling his fingers. When he finally released I let out an embarrassed cough and looked to the floor.
I figured he was too high to realize how harsh he was being, but it was a little unnerving. I REALLY didn’t want to lose my sexy dance partner though so I let it slide. And to be honest…. My dick was ridiculously hard after he gagged me…. Like, insanely erect.
I’d always liked it rough–you know, being manhandled, slapped around, that sort of thing. Nothing too intense, but enough to make me feel submissive and “owned”. Unfortunately, most of the guys I’d fucked through the years were all talk but no action, so it was exciting to finally meet a true “Dom”.
I covertly whipped my dick out and it was now pulsing and twitching in the air, blood surging. It was even leaking precum, a rare occurrence, and I could see the tip shining under the lights. I pumped it a few times and moaned. Damn…. I was so turned on.
But it somehow got even better when Clyde put his wet finger back on my hole. Then without warning, which I guess should’ve been expected, he jammed the whole thing in!
“Uh!” I squealed, loudly enough that a few guys turned.
With my shorts halfway down, it was obvious his finger was up my ass. I was squirming on my tip toes as he lifted me and the men around us were loving it. Everything was visible to the pervs and my face was red hot with shame. I like showing off but this was too much, but there was nowhere to go! Clyde had both my wrists in his other hand and I was really stuck! All I could do was squirm and writhe while he sodomized me for the audience.
His fingering technique was brutal, nearly violent, so you’d think it would’ve scared me off. But no, I fucking loved it! Because of course I don’t just like being manhandled….. I also LOVE a good pounding! Some powerful prostate punishment–really getting beat up and bruised, even a little abused–is what I craved.
In my early 20’s I couldn’t take it as hard, but with age I’ve come to appreciate a thorough dicking. And to my embarrassment, I’m also a size queen. I chalk it up to my theory that tall guys have deeper prostates, but all I know is that big, girthy cocks really do it for me. They give me pleasure small ones simply can’t, literally forcing cum out of me with or without my consent.
With all that in mind, I was excited to see Clyde was packing heat. As he scrambled my eggs, he brought my hand under his shorts so I could feel his flesh.
“Oh!”
I had to catch my breath! Mmm… Too big to wrap around, which isn’t crazy because my hands are small. But still, gotta love that. I clocked it in around 9 inches, a size I was well acquainted with because my ex boyfriend had an absolute monster. I think he’s partly to blame for my size queenery; he ruined small dicks for me.
Holding Clyde’s flesh while being fingered really got me going. I’ve always loved that contrast, how clear the roles are. Dancing up against him, whacking him off while being explored, it was so fucking hot.
“Let’s go,” Clyde said a few minutes later, jerking me out of the trance.
He didn’t wait for a response and grabbed my arm, then started pulling me through the crowd. I was confused but also so turned on. I loved how he just took charge, didn’t ask questions, so I decided to follow him. In truth, I also couldn’t get away…
When we passed Jesse he smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I returned an embarrassed smirk and yelled over the crowd that I’d see them later.
“Are you going back to his place!” Jesse shouted.
“Uhh… To be determined!” I answered. “But don’t wait up for me!”
“Okay! Talk to you later!” Jesse was quickly sucked back into the mosh.
Clyde continued to lead me to an undisclosed location. First down a long concrete corridor, then down another, then another. I saw men in leather hats and harnesses smoking cigars through the red haze, others in collars and leashes. We arrived at an industrial door and Clyde nodded to the beefy guard. He opened it without speaking and I was pushed forward into the darkness.
It was pitch black and all I could make out were the faint outlines of contorted bodies. I heard groaning, moaning, huffing, squelching, slapping. There was no way to know its size nor occupancy, but it was clear we had entered a “dark room”–a place for sex.
Clyde somehow knew where he was going and brought us to our own little cubicle. I couldn’t tell how many walls surrounded us but it felt semi-private. And by that I mean the closest couple was probably “only” 15 feet away….. But I really couldn’t tell.
After sliding my shorts off, Clyde ordered me very flatly to get on my knees. It was again weird to be commanded by a guy I’d just met, but who was I kidding, I wanted to suck him off so badly. My back against the wall, I eagerly went down on my haunches and launched at his crotch.
He’d also taken his shorts off which made this all feel so lewd. We were fully nude getting nasty at a party! I know that’s not the craziest thing in the gay world, but I’d never done it in public and felt debaucherous.
With the ecstasy still coursing through me, I handled his flesh like Ganymede himself. I sucked and licked and worshipped Clyde for what felt like an eternity, but clearly it wasn’t enough.
“Hands behind your back.”
I complied with a lustful blush, again eager to be bossed around. Everything felt so real with him, unlike the dozens of other “dom” guys I’d been with. They’d message on Grindr claiming to be hot shit but never held up in person. They’d either lie about their size or lack the confidence to truly dish it. But Clyde was a real one, a rare find, so I did what I was told with a smile.
He pinched my mouth open and held my head against the wall while inserting his whole dick down my throat. I coughed and sputtered, my arms flailing as he choked me.
“Hands behind your back!” he repeated even more sternly.
I briefly considered running because it was starting to feel dangerous, but my white hot libido kept me on my knees. My insides were blossoming with submissive pleasure, I was on a plane of lust I’d been chasing for years. I knew I couldn’t leave, not yet, so I put my hands behind my back and let Clyde choke me.
As I gargled and drooled I heard some other guys laughing. They knew I was Clyde’s bitch and found it amusing when he ordered me around. He did it again:
“Get up.”
I scrambled to latch onto his chest, expecting another hug like the dance floor, but he turned me roughly and threw me against the wall. He kicked my legs out in a V then put his feet between them so I couldn’t budge. With one arm Clyde hugged me tight and covered my mouth, with the other he lined his big meat up to my hole.
“Mmmmm!!!” I squealed, not sure I was ready to get fucked.
I heard a cap open and oily liquid spread around my ass, so apparently he’d acquired lube. I wondered if I should be grateful…. but it was hard to think while crushed up against the wall.
Thankfully Clyde didn’t shove himself in and instead started rubbing his slimy tip around my hole, wetting it. At first I was afraid, but as he glided and poked to the beat I eventually got comfortable.
The music in here was even more raw and sensual, and though it took a few minutes, I was eventually pulled back into the trance. As we danced naked, Clyde began pushing his tip into my hole. I subconsciously spread my precious pucker for him and slowly his bulbous tip broke through.
“Mmmmoohh my godddd…” I whimpered, my mouth still covered.
It felt so fucking good, a million times better than his finger. The size and hardness of his knob was ideal for stretching my hole and it felt miraculous to be gaped.
Now that his tip was docked he used both arms to secure me in a bear hug. As he pushed deeper into my gushy pink guts, the pressure against my walls released a series of electric shocks. I gasped, squeezing to welcome him, my eyes fluttering in ecstasy.
“Mmmmnnnuhhh… Mmmmmmm……!”
My head thrown back, I whimpered long, slow moans as he pushed into my hot core. Another inch, another chirp. It felt unreal, like his dick was the Master Key to my body, to my pleasure. Like he was made to own me.
When he got halfway in, Clyde pulled out and reinserted himself slowly. I thought I was gonna cum right there, or maybe I thought I already was cumming, that’s how incredible it felt! I was tingling and shaking as his stick stretched me to my limit.
“MMMM!!!!” I yelped when he made it all the way.
It was a long, slow journey that involved lots of grinding, dancing, bumping and humping. We stood against the wall, my skinny body nearly off the floor as he impaled me. I felt beyond stuffed but in the best way possible, like I could cum at any second. I was twerking back on him to feel even more as he gaped my insides. I squeezed and shuddered and bounced on his log, lost in an eternal orgasm.
He’d been sucking on my neck and shoulders and I was sure there were hickies everywhere. But I didn’t care! Hell, I wanted them! I wanted him to mark me and take me however he pleased! To fuck me how he wanted!
But I should’ve thought twice before wishing for something like that….. In hindsight, I really should’ve been more careful…
While I fantasized about being helpless, Clyde pulled his whole dick out then pushed it back in.
Now if you’ve ever been with a truly hung guy in both length and girth, you know how long it can take to fully reinsert, at least at first. Big dicks rearrange your fucking guts!, and if you move too fast it can be extremely overwhelming and painful. Luckily, Clyde didn’t go tooooo quickly–in fact, his pace was decent. But after marinating balls deep for that long I really could’ve used a warning!
“Mmm! Mmslow down…” I mumbled, attempting to get my message across over the ridiculous volume.
He either didn’t hear me or didn’t care because again he yanked all the way out then pushed in balls deep.
“Mmuuuuhh!!”
Again!
“UUUHH!”
It sort of hurt, but I also had to admit it felt reeaaallyyy good. He wasn’t going too fast, just cruising his pleasure missile until it exploded against my prostate, then guiding in another rocket.
I slowly became accustomed to his pounding meat and my excitement was ramping up. It took me back to the days of getting railed by my hung ex, except Clyde had the attitude to match. My ex, bless his heart, was a softie who couldn’t be Dom it he tried. And as much as I loved him and his big dick, he didn’t know how to properly wield his God-given weapon. But clearly Clyde did!
As I should’ve expected, this pleasant pace couldn’t last forever and soon he increased speed. Now I was seriously feeling it and in need of a quick break, something I did often with my boyfriends. I tried to tap out on the wall but couldn’t move, so I mumbled into his hand.
“Mmm… Mmmm!!” I groaned, but he just didn’t stop. “Mmmm!!! MMMM!!”
I kept moaning louder and louder but it was useless! I was struggling viciously to get away now but couldn’t break free! I usually loved this sort of play, “fighting” off my boyfriend as he fucks me, but that’s in a controlled setting. There was clearly no safe word here! He was taller, bigger, stronger and not letting go!
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
His humps echoed through the room and I was so was ashamed someone might hear the assault. Or wait! Maybe I wanted them to!!
“MMMM!!! MMMMMMMMM!!!!”
Thinking my best shot at escape was to alert someone, I screamed as loud as I could into Clyde’s huge hand. Over all the other noise it was barely audible, but one partygoer sought out the source.
I could sense another body next to us, see his hand jerking his dick. He came up close and I could make out the whites of his eyes, his pupils dilated from any number of substances.
“MMMM!! MMMMHELLPPPNNN!!”
It seemed obvious I was in distress. My eyes were shot open, body constrained, expression undoubtedly terrified. But all I got in response to my frantic moans was a dead-eyed, horny stare.
“Mmmm… Yeah… That’s right. Fuck that pussy. Fuck that fuckin’ pussy. Make sure the little bitch feels it tomorrow.”
The guy glared at me coldly, masturbating as he told Clyde to hump harder. And Clyde listened! He drove even more forcefully, bringing me to a frightening state of being fucked.
“MMMMMM!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!”
“Yeah, listen to that bitch moan. Little cunt loves it. Loves cock in his tight pink pussy. Ain’t that right?” He squeezed my rock hard dick and proved his point. “See that,” he laughed. “Look how hard his bitch clit is.”
Clyde swatted my bobbing stick like a cat and grunted in apparent satisfaction.
“Told you he loves it. Don’t stop. Rail that cunt harder. Give this bitch what he needs. Fuck his pussy til he cries.”
I was instantly thrown back to the time my ex said he could “fuck me so hard I’d cry” if he wanted to. He said it would be easy, that he only used a fraction of his power while humping because he didn’t want to hurt me. Clearly Clyde had no qualms about that as he continued to pound well beyond my limit.
“MMmmMMmmHhhmmmmm…. MmmMmhmmnnh!!!! MMM!!”
I moaned and cried into his hand while being fucked into oblivion. Yes, it definitely hurt, but GOD it also felt SO FUCKING GOOD!! My prostate was his punching bag and he was beating it with all his might, pulverizing it into jelly.
Even though the pain was now subsiding, I still had some fight in me. But when I tried to struggle it just felt better! Writhing around on his thick cock, fighting to break free from his brawny arms was so raw and primal. In an animalistic outburst, I made one last dash for safety using everything I had, but it was futile.
Clyde took his mouth off my neck and huffed, “I’m not stoppin’, bitch,” which finally ended my struggle.
From that point on, I gave no fight while he raped my hole, turned it into his pussy. My body went limp and Clyde easily held me up in a Full Nelson while punishing my prostate. Combined with the pulsating rhythm, I fell right back into the trance, though this time it was different. I was his sub now, his slave, his bitch, and there was no escaping. Once that sank in though, it was pure bliss.
I hung there for an indeterminate amount of time. Minutes, hours, I don’t know. I took Clyde’s dick as hard and as long as he gave it, with no chance nor even attempt at escape. He pounded me so hard and stimulated my prostate so thoroughly that I thought I was in a constant orgasm. I could feel my insides convulse like I was cumming, yet nothing shot out. I just floated on a cloud while enduring his anal beating.
The other guy had left after squirting, most of which got on my leg: a consequence for my bitchdom. Some time later, Clyde pulled out and pushed me on my knees.
“Suck it.”
Like a good boy, I dove to swallow his penis. After gagging for a moment he lifted me back up.
“You’re such a pussy,” he said, then bitch-slapped me twice.
I actually liked being slapped but this was harder than I’d received. First it shocked me, but then it turned me on insatiably! His power was undeniable and he wasn’t afraid to use it! To further prove that, Clyde lifted me up and sat me down on his dick. Then I held his broad, hairy back like a koala while he brought me to another cum-free orgasm.
We fucked in the dark room for a long time, each hump making me feel more like his property. I was thrown around, spanked, choked, slapped, bitten, turned out.
While bent forward in a 90 degree angle, palms against the wall, back arched as best as I could, my prostate just couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Hnnnnnggg!!!! Oh god!!! AAA-MMMMMMM!!!!!!!”
Clyde covered my mouth at the start of the orgasm and kept it there throughout. And good thing because not even joking, I came for about 2-3 minutes on his dick. Squeezing, squirting, shouting, sputtering, I erupted and flowed–and all hands free!
That was something I was always working towards, those elusive hands free orgasms. I’d only had a couple in my entire life and now one of them was raped out of me…..
I couldn’t believe–didn’t want to believe!–how incredible it felt: the orgasm he gave me… I stood there in shock after, still bent over while he smacked my ass repeatedly. He was grunting and huffing, having also unloaded. Though while his seed got to swim happily inside me, mine was left to die on the putrid floor with the rest of the bottoms’.
He kept humping for a few minutes, churning every last drop out of both of us. When he finally pulled out I heard a humiliating plop, not unlike the ones I’d heard with my ex. If you’ve been butt fucked by a big girthy dick, you know the egregious sound it makes when pulled out. It’s the sound of a cored out butthole. The sound of a bitch.
“Clean me off,” he ordered, pushing me to the floor before I had a chance to comply.
Still a little high, I was able to overcome my emotions and clean off Clyde’s cock. Fortunately I’d douched so it was fine, but there was still the unmistakable fishy odor that comes from lube + cum + deep anal secretions. At least that’s what I always smell.
When his slimy dick was finished off he leaned down and grabbed my chin.
“You really are a pussy,” he repeated, then slapped me one more time.
I made the most pathetic noise, the ultimate faggot whimper and he just laughed. Then he turned around and left.
“Hnnnn….”
It must’ve been late because I could tell there were fewer guys in the room now. Exhausted, beaten, marked, fucked…… I couldn’t do anything but lay against the wall and cry.
I cried from confusion, weakness, pity, anxiety, helplessness and even a little pain. I felt around my hole and it was utterly wrecked. Not bloody, just puffy, leaky and blown out. As humiliating as it was to touch though, I found comfort rubbing my tender lips.
When I pushed out, some of his hot seed dribbled onto my hand. At first I was disgusted, so ashamed that this man had released his pleasure inside me without my consent. Used my body to feel good. Soiled me for just one orgasm!
But then those emotions transitioned into the sick pleasure of being desired. Being claimed, marked, taken… And it started to turn me on.
I sniffed the foul jizz and shuddered at the potency of his elixir. It seemed so much thicker than my own concoction, more virile. My dick began rising…
Still on ecstasy, now strangely horny, I started jerking off while sniffing his load. Realizing I was dry, I did something naughty and transferred his semen onto my cock. Now lubed, it felt even better to masturbate in the dark room. I leaned against the wall and drifted back into the trance.
The music was still playing, only more subdued to match the early morning atmosphere. While still stroking my hard on, I brought my other hand down and pushed out more cum.
“Unnnhhh…..” I whimpered weakly after bringing it up to my face. So pungent, so thick.
I knew what I had to do, what any true bitch would do… I took a deep breath and swallowed my rapist’s sperm.
“Hmmmmhmmhmmppphh….”
I felt insane, batshit crazy as I continued to masturbate, finger myself, and drink this man’s cum. It was depraved, so deeply hedonistic and debased, but I didn’t care. Or maybe I did, but that didn’t matter. It’s who I was. A cum eating pussy boy…. Made to be bred, used, abused……
I came again, the rhythm pumping through me as I writhed on the dirty floor. This orgasm was wild, though not even a sliver as life changing as the one from Clyde……
I must’ve passed out after cumming because I woke up a few hours later to bright lights.
“Get up,” a security guard laughed. “You look like shit.”
“W-what? Huh….? Oh!”
The state of my bruised prostate instantly reminded me where I was. I gasped and try to scramble off the sticky floor, but my sore hole made it difficult so the guard helped me up.
“Those your shorts?” he asked, pointing to a soiled pair on the floor.
I nodded shamefully and went to put them on but they were disgusting. The guard told me I could wear something left over, so I thanked him graciously then hobbled naked to lost and found.
Sexual residue squished between my cheeks and I could feel fluids leaking down my crack. Feeling dirty and used, I popped in the bathroom to clean up. When I walked past the mirror though I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Holy shit……”
I looked like hell. My longish hair was sweaty and matted, gelled by some loose jizz. My neck and shoulders were littered with thick, purple hickies, placed in locations that would require a turtleneck for weeks! My nose was red from his scratchy beard and my cheeks even worse from the slaps. When I turned around, my other set were just as bad.
“Hunnnnhhh!!”
I shuddered in horror as I pulled apart my battered buttcheeks and saw a brutally punished pussy. My hole looked ravaged and blown out and I felt so weak and ashamed.
But at the same time, my dick was hardening as the last drop of his cum dribbled out of my used gash. Confused out of my mind, I ran to the stall to bust out another load. Fingering my slimy ass lips was what ultimately got me off.
“Fuck…. Fuck…..” I panted after, my life permanently altered.
I snuck over to the lost and found to get dressed and luckily the employee didn’t seem fazed by my brutalized state. I guess he’d seen worse.
“See you again soon,” he waved as I walked out.
I did a double take and looked back at him. Surely he didn’t think I’d return? In the state this place left me! After everything that happened! Why would I ever do that?!?! I was fuming at the accusation!!
“Ha,” he chuckled, clocking my anger. “You’ll be back, trust me. Bitches like you always come back. Know why?” He gave me a second to answer but I didn’t. “Cuz you need it.”
He was glaring at me menacingly now and it freaked me out. The last thing I needed was to be attacked again so I ran out the door. Even though my butt hurt and it was 5AM, I decided to walk the whole two miles home. I couldn’t bare seeing an Uber driver right now, risking being near another man. I was afraid they’d see the bitch written on my face and take advantage of me. And who was I to stop them!
When I got home I took an interminable shower that involved more tears. Why didn’t I leave when he first got rough? Why didn’t he stop when I asked?! Why didn’t I fight more??? WHY DID I CUM?!?!?
Remembering how hard he made me orgasm, how easily he forced it out, made me panic. I was so distraught knowing my body was made for rough treatment!
“Huuhuhuhhhh….”
I was hyperventilating, stroking my hard dick under the shower as I remembered every brutal second of my assault. Every grunt, squeeze, bite and hump. To my dismay, I also remembered how incredible he made my prostate feel, how divinely he filled my butt. Moaning crazily, I ran to my room to grab my butt plug and frantically shoved it up my ass.
“AHHH!!”
My prostate was extremely tender and it hurt when it slid in, but that pain was what I craved! I needed that overwhelming fullness, that experience of bursting. It’s what truly got me off.
Sitting on the side of my bed, I bounced, hoping to drive the butt plug deeper. The damn thing was tiny though and I could barely feel it once I’d reopened!
Frustrated and in an ecstasy-fueled rampage, I tore through my room looking for phallic objects. I settled on an old hairbrush with a thick handle and wrapped a condom over it. I only needed a little lube since I was already gaped, and once I laid back the girthy handle easily slid into my ass.
“OoooOoOo fuuckk……”
It was amazing. Of course not as good as Clyde, but good enough for now. With the hairbrush deep inside, my legs by my ears and the speakers playing relaxing tunes, I came for the fourth and fifth time that night.
“Jesus….” I muttered after painfully removing the object, then passed the fuck out.
I was hoping that maybe I’d wake up the next day and the whole thing would be a dream. That I never actually went out and just stayed in bed all night. That I wasn’t Clyde’s bitch…..
But of course that wasn’t true. Every last detail came flooding back the moment I awoke. Initially I panicked, feeling like Clyde might be behind me, grabbing my neck, controlling my breath. After realizing I was alone I calmed down, but only briefly. Because when I brought my hand down to my cock it was rock hard to the thought of him….
Distraught, I didn’t leave the house all Sunday. When I ordered in, I even requested no-contact delivery because I just couldn’t face a man. Not now. Not when he could sniff me out.
I was never totally comfortable around straight guys but now I couldn’t even imagine being near one. They’d surely know I was a cum receptacle. No worse, a cum receptacle who got off on it! And they’d mock me for it! No, I’d have to stay home for a few days and recuperate.
I took the week off work citing mental health and my boss didn’t mind. Monday was spent mostly in bed, again steering clear of society, but come Tuesday I got bored. Shamefully, I was still getting erections to fantasies of that night…. Without work to distract me, Clyde was constantly on my mind and in turn I was constantly hard.
I hadn’t cum since Sunday morning and decided it would be okay to play with my dick. But only my dick! Definitely not my butt! I wasn’t ready for that yet. It felt too raw, too humiliating. How could I acknowledge that I not only enjoyed what he did to me, but that I wanted more! It was too backwards, too fucked up and immoral. I wouldn’t have it.
But of course my hand did nothing. As I laid in bed Tuesday morning, it took all my willpower not to grab my butt plug and shove it in. I desperately needed something inside me, craved it, even though my prostate was still recovering. If anything though it was that bruising that I wanted to stimulate, as I’ve always loved that “too fucked” feeling (if you know you know).
I broke around noon. I couldn’t help myself anymore and lubed the plug up. Laying on my back, it felt so right to reinsert my toy.
“Aaahhh…..” I sighed happily after my hole sucked it in and it settled. Why deny yourself life’s simple pleasures?
But this pleasure wasn’t so simple. It was wrapped in so many complex layers that I didn’t dare unravel. So for now I just masturbated while plugged. But–and I’m so ashamed to admit this–it just wasn’t enough….
I jerked off for about 10 minutes, even bringing out lotion which I rarely use. It felt good, don’t get me wrong, but I just couldn’t get there. I sensed my prostate was deeper than this small plug could hit and its girth wasn’t even close getting me off. Frustrated, I let out a pathetic whimper as my cock deflated in my hand. I pulled out the plug and cried.
An hour later, I woke up with a mission. The aching had already returned and I knew it wouldn’t subside, so I decided to do something about it. I put on pants and a jacket then grabbed a hat and sunglasses. Before hopping out the door though, I decided to do something scandalous.
“Oh!”
In goes the butt plug. Pleased with myself, I drove to my local sex store to buy something bigger. Feeling sufficiently covert, I strolled in and grabbed what I needed. There were hundreds of anal toys but I settled on a couple of medium sized plugs and dildos. Nothing too big since I was still sore, and because deep down I think I was ashamed…..
That night I was finally able to orgasm, but it took the largest toy and hours of edging before I could eek out a pathetic half-dribble. Feeling defeated, I passed out and hoped to find a solution in my dreams.
None came, but my libido certainly replenished itself, if not three fold! I woke up with a raging hard on and craved nothing but cock. I grabbed a plug and shoved it in, trying my best to squeeze one out, but I just couldn’t do it. So I did what any horny gay does and resorted to Grindr.
As always, I went straight to the “Daddy” tribe and set the age range to 35-47. I found a dude who claimed to be hung and dom, we traded some pics, and yes, I went straight over. As you may have expected, his game was nowhere near what he’d hyped and I left sorely (or not!) disappointed.
Still trolling for trade, I drove to another guy’s house nearby. He had similar stats but sadly also lacked that true Dominance. I felt firmly in charge while I rode him, almost as if I was the top! I had to slam my whole body down on his measly cock just to get a spark of pleasure but even that didn’t do much. And worst of all, I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to stop if I asked. That should be a good thing, but in my new fucked up mindset it was the ultimate insult. I left again disappointed and without orgasm.
On Thursday I was starting to get desperate and contemplated buying an even bigger dildo. But let’s face it, I knew that wouldn’t make me cum either. Nothing would. Nothing but Clyde….
I didn’t want another weakling who couldn’t hold me down. I needed it hard. Fast. Rough. I needed to know I couldn’t escape, to know I couldn’t fight.
After spending most of the week depressed in bed, I decided to go out Friday night. My friends and I went to a relaxed gay bar and I had a nice time checking out guys. One dude was my type and I thought about going home with him, but I wasn’t sure it’d be a good idea. I’d already been fucked twice since “the event” and felt nothing. Did I really need more?
Ultimately I went home alone and fell asleep with a hankering for a deep, prostate-pounding orgasm.
When I woke up Saturday my dick was excruciatingly hard. I rarely go even one day without cumming so a full week was basically unheard of. I was desperate for it, like a cat in heat, my g-spot throbbing with need, so I hopped on Grindr and resumed the dreaded search.
DING
Great. Another blank profile. I was in such a foul mood I contemplated leaving it unread, but there were 4 messages. And then I read the name and felt a little tingle.
DOM TOP
Well I do like those….. I opened the chat and per usual there was a picture of a cock. I rolled my eyes because I’d received thousands of these, but looking at it again it was pretty attractive. Big, thick, uncut, that’s my kinda dick.
Beneath was another picture from the side, then one from below. The angle in the last was very lewd, pointed up at the crotch of the man who I could now tell was strong and hairy. The photo started to turn me on, looking up at his thick thighs, bushy nutsack and piercing erection. Then I read the crude caption.
BITCH’S POV
Welp. Got me there… This account had me very intrigued now and my cock was raging. I continued down to the last message and it was a long paragraph. Huh. It read:
“Yo, bitch, it’s your new owner from The Screw. I know you liked when I tore you a new pussy cuz you’ve been on here begging for cock all week. Since I know what bitches like you need, I’m gonna give you another chance at this dick. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be at 349 Los Rollos Ave at midnight. Wear a thong and your biggest butt plug, I know you have both. The door will be unlocked. Strip to your panties when you get in then walk up upstairs and go in the open room. Once you’re there, go to the chair and get on all fours. Your pussy better be facing the door by 12:05 if you ever want me to pound you again.”
CRASH
I dropped my phone.
“Oh my god… Oh my god!”
My heart rate shot up to a thousand and I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was having a panic attack so I laid in bed to calm down. Still shaking, I reopened Grindr and read the message again. Then again. With every cruel word I felt my dick thickening, straining higher, filling with so much blood I thought it might burst! My prostate was twitching, begging me to see Clyde again, to take his abuse.
I closed Grindr and didn’t dare reopen it. For hours I paced around the house, erection bobbing, wondering what to do. Then in a manic outburst I deleted the app! But that address was seared into my memory. 349 Los Rollos….. Midnight.
At 8PM I finally broke and checked how far the drive was. Only 12 minutes. Fuck. That gave me so much time to ruminate, decide, then reconsider all over again. Each minute was pure agony as I pondered whether or not to give myself up. If I didn’t, would he ever give me another chance? FUCK! Why did I want one??!?!
At 10:15 I panicked, realizing that if I did want to go, I’d have to get ready now! I ran to the bathroom to douche, stopping briefly to reflect on just how pathetic I’d become. Cleaning out my ass so my rapist could fuck me again… So low…. But who was I kidding, I needed it. I was going crazy without him, so I made myself presentable inside and out, finishing off with a shaved hole.
My freshly smooth crack was so sweaty with nerves by 11:15 that I had to put a paper towel between my cheeks when I headed out. I left early so there was still plenty of time to back out if necessary.
I arrived two minutes ahead of schedule and parked down the block, so he couldn’t see just how desperate I was. It was nearly impossible to calm my nerves while waiting so I finally accepted my erratic breathing and pulse.
I looked at the clock. 11:32. Damn, still a while to go. Good thing I didn’t have that butt plug in yet, because that wo-
“FUCK!”
I forgot the buttplug! DAMMIT!! I forgot the butt plug!!!!
Clyde had ordered me to wear a plug and panties, and FUCK, I forgot those too! I knew he wouldn’t accept me without them so I turned my car on and sped home. I felt insane while driving, realizing I was doing the absolute most to ensure I saw my attacker again. It was pathetic, but I needed him so I kept going.
I sprinted into my house and pulled out my biggest plug, just like he’d said. The tight timeline made shoving it in painful, but I had so much adrenaline I barely noticed. Next was the thong, of which I had a few options. Some were masculine and not very attractive, but I knew he wouldn’t like those. No, I had to wear my faggiest pair, the frilliest, laciest ones. So I did.
Back in my car, now plugged, I felt even crazier as I raced back to Clyde’s. I parked right out front, careening in with a loud screech. It must’ve been so obvious how badly I needed him but there was no time to waste. I jumped out and slammed the door. 11:59.
Before entering the house I took a deep breath. I had to wonder, was this a set up? Was I going to get robbed? Beat up? Hate crimed? Gang banged? There was simply no way to know, but I had to risk it. I needed this and knew nothing else would suffice, so I opened the door and stepped in.
The lights were off but I could tell the place was decent. Remembering his instructions, I stripped in the hallway and put my shit down. Now in just my panties and plug I made my way up the creaky staircase, making my presence known. All that fear and shame worked in tandem to drive my nerves to an all time high as I jittered into the lighted room.
It must’ve been the Master because there was a California King bed and a bathroom off to the left. But it was the big, black leather chair in the middle of the room that stole the attention. It was impossible to miss, a daunting piece of furniture that looked just as sadistic as its owner. I trembled forward and threw a quick “Father, Son, Holy Spirit.”
“So help me God….” I shuddered, then got down on all fours.
I’m not sure if there is a more humiliating position for a man than plugged up on all fours in panties. But that’s how I was, arching my back, showing off, presenting myself for Clyde whenever he decided to enter.
I figured I’d gotten upstairs at about 12:02 and on the floor by 12:04, so there couldn’t be much time left. And I was right…. The next thing I heard were heavy footsteps climbing the stairs.
“Oh fuck…. Oh fuuuckkkk….”
It’s hard to explain just how nervous I was. My entire body seized as I waited like a dog for, in the best case scenario, my rapist. I didn’t know if I was gonna die but there was no going back now. The footsteps were getting closer, my heart was bursting out of my chest!
The floorboards announced his entrance. I held my breath, hoping to god it was actually Clyde and not some set up. The creaking intensified and I knew he was right behind me. I wondered how much of a bitch I looked, doing exactly what he said…..
SMACK
“UH!”
PLOP
“AHH!”
In one fell swoop he spanked hard on the plug, jamming it deep into my prostate, then ripped it out! With my mouth open from shock, Clyde came around and stuffed the toy in then sat down on the leather chair. I sighed with relief that it was actually him, but that hardly took me off edge.
“I knew you were gonna come,” he said menacingly, and I shook with shame.
When I turned my head up, he slapped me and barked, “I didn’t say you could look at me!”
Utterly defeated and feeling I’d deserved it, I drooped back towards the floor. My jaw was getting sore from the thick plug but thankfully Clyde had a solution. He pulled it out with zero warning then immediately replaced it with his fat, hairy cock.
“Hnnnggggg….”
I whimpered pathetically when I could finally taste him. I was so happy to be given the opportunity to work on him again, to suck his virile flesh with my bitch mouth. As I gleefully choked on his meat, he jammed the plug back inside me. I coughed and tried to pull off but he held my head down.
“GGGHGHHHHHHHH!”
“Shut up, pussy.”
After about three slimy minutes he finally let me breathe. I gasped spastically, remembering to keep my hands behind my back.
“Get on the bed, bitch, all fours.”
Without making eye contact, I ran over and presented myself in the middle.
“On the side!” he barked, yanking my ankle.
I resituated, plugged pussy facing him as he stood. Clyde pulled it out again and I could feel my gaped hole winking at him. This time when he plugged my mouth he followed up with a belt, looping it around my head. It was now locked in a makeshift gag and I moaned fearfully, but his stinging hands on my porcelain butt quickly shut me up.
He started rubbing his finger up and down my snatch and it felt so good to have him touch me there again. My cock was already harder than it’d been all week, sticking up like a pink rocket as I spread.
“Push that hole out, bitch. I wanna feel your pussy lips.”
I shuddered with shame while forcing out my pink pucker so he could feel it.
“Mmmm…” he sighed quietly, the first sign he wasn’t a total sociopath. That relaxed me and I pushed even harder.
Clyde pressed in his tip into my smooching lips. As my hole sucked the precum out of him I started subconsciously backing up.
“Stay still!” he ordered with a spank.
He made me wait in agony while playing with my bum. I was so distraught, wanting nothing more than to be stuffed, but I had to sit like a good boy. Finally he pushed his head in and I felt the explosive pleasure of his ramrod.
“Mmmmoooooohh…” I moaned through my gag.
For a while he teased me with his tip, making me nearly cry frustrated tears. I wanted to rock back and fuck myself but couldn’t risk it. I knew he could take this away at any moment so I just had to desperately wait.
“MMMMM!!! MMMMM!!!!!”
Finally the shaft! FUCK!! It felt soooo GOOD!!! There was that dick again, that perfect penis, the only thing that could make me cum.
He pulled out suddenly and stood while I cried and spread, begging for more. He laughed then dove back in fast, no care for my feelings. But I was glad because the speed was what I needed. I could feel my precum forced out as he launched past my prostate and settled balls deep.
“MHMMM!!”
SLAP
Our skin met again as he slammed home with another brutal hump. Pleasure detonated inside of me, liquifying my pink walls.
SLAP
“MMM!”
SLAP
“MMMMMM!!!”
He quickly got back into that masculine rhythm, the rhythm I could never replicate. No matter how hard I slammed my dildos it never felt even a fraction as good as the real thing. Clyde was a certified dick-slinger and I was the lucky recipient.
“MMMMM!! MMMMMMMM!!!”
He fucked me long and hard, never switching positions, just coring me out like a beast as I squealed into my gag. My cock was hard the whole time, so erect it hurt, and I could feel my load being pushed up. First from my nuts, then up my taint and into my shaft. It was slowly reaching the tip, so close to release.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
He pounded even harder, pulverizing my prostate.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
“MMMM!! MMMM!! MMMMMNNNAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”
Finally. The orgasm I’d been waiting for. The one that would’ve haunted me forever had I not been gifted it by Clyde.
As I blasted everywhere, no hands on my dick, prostate twitching with glee, there was an unmistakable a smile beneath my gag. I’d gotten exactly what I came for–to have the cum literally fucked out of me–and that night, for the first time since the incident, I fell asleep satisfied.