BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Six [Formatted A4, Times New Roman, 12]
Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun. If you don't like it; Blah! Blah! Blah!
However - if you do enjoy please let author know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
Chapter Eight
Thank god for that little bottle. I'd inhaled deeply the moment my hole flinched away from its massive attacker but that alone didn't account for the fact I'd not screamed the place down when the initial violation occurred, let alone as my body was slowly but surely invaded by that monster weapon. I was split in half and then quarters by the slow but steady invasion, I wanted to scream but my lips were sealed and my breath taken by the lips so impossibly clamped to mine, the tongue boldly playing touch and go with my own
Even when I felt his ball sac and hairy groin slam against my poor arse cheeks he hadn't finished. Reaching down to prise my cheeks further apart he rammed that extra half-inch of his weapon in, nailing my lower body to the floor. As his hands moved again, this time to grip my shoulders the upper section of my body was flexing and writhing in a vain effort to escape his attack, but of course just allowing his cock easier access and movement.
As he started slowly, very slowly thank God, to slide in and out, back and forth, to the accompaniment of voices from out side I'd forgotten about, 'Yeah. Go for it. Fuck the little bastard. Rape his arse. Split him,' and other like comments and suggestions I managed to filter out. As he started, the mouth that had kissed me so deeply changed to a pair of hands holding my head firmly, and a voice, 'Go with it, relax and enjoy.'
How the hell could I enjoy being fucked, no raped, by that monster of a cock?
'Go on,' the voice continued, take it and feed from it. You know you want to really.'
As the speed of my assault increased slightly I realised the voice was right and finally opened my eyes. It was difficult to see much against the lights from outside, untidy shoulder length hair, a smiling young face about my own age and a pair of eyes looking straight into mine. 'Its getting to you now, I just knew he would but I fucked you first. How was I?'
'Lovely,' I managed to gasp as my attacker speeded up again.
'Did I hurt you?' I nodded.
'You enjoyed it?' I nodded again.
'And now?'
'Different? I'd rather it be you any night.'
'What about every night?' he asked.
'Will you punish me?' I asked. Where was this conversation coming from, more to the point, where was it going?
'Every time I feel like it,' he answered. 'You'll move in with me and work in our garage. Anytime I want your arse I'll take it, it will be all mine. I'll probably farm your mouth out though.'
The cock up my arse was really pounding now, my front was going to be black and blue from the punishment it was getting from the van floor. I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying anymore, all I could feel, all I knew, was that cock fucking my arse.
'Go on then, Fuck Me! Stop playing around, rape my fuckin arse.'
That was me, crying, moaning, yelling, yet begging for more. Right then I wanted more. I needed to feel more as he shot his boiling streams of man juice up and inside my sorely abused hole. I needed abuse elsewhere to spread the pain, and I got it. As my fucker raised his body from mine someone was laying across my shoulders and back with a belt.
'Yes! Yes! Yes!' That was me again. I felt a rampant cock pushing at my gasping mouth and opened my lips and teeth to accept it, accept and worship it. Still the belt fell across my unprotected body, now my arse and back encouraging me to service that cock harder and deeper. I wanted that cock to fuck my mouth and throat as thoroughly as my arse had just been used. It did. I needed oxygen, my arse, back and hole were in agony, but still I never even grazed that cock with my teeth. I knew, somehow, who it belonged to, who was feeding me, who I wanted to take me. In the second that sensation blasted into my brain the cock blasted down my throat, I reacted by diving deeper. My nose squashed against his groin, my lips tightened around the base of his shaft and I suckled and licked as best I could. I would have swallowed his cock, right down if that had been an option. I could feel myself going but just was unable to let go, my head was spinning. I needed to service that cock.
I found myself sitting over the edge of the truck, my head between my knees and gasping desperately for breath. A hand under my chin raised my head, I could see him more clearly now, his naked muscled body gleaming with sweat under the overhead lights. He had no concern about the audience, just about me. I could see it, I knew it. I knew he'd take care of me, as long as I deserved it, on his terms of course. There was no reason to say anything.
'He's mine,' I heard him say, 'I'm taking him home.' He had no concern for others opinions, this was what he wanted and this was what he would do.
'You can't have him, I'm selling him off down the park for a whipping.'
That was a voice I'd managed to half forget. I know he'd promised to hurt me but that idea sounded a bit too much.
'I've changed my mind,' I told him.
'You can't. I've got your clothes and bike. You wont get them back.'
'He wont need clothes this weekend,' retorted my rescuer, 'My dad will pick up the boys bike on his way home. Big Sarge wouldn't be happy if he knew what you really got up to over the state line would he.'
That seemed to be it, 'Go get in the back of that pickup,' he slapped my backside.
Hardly any comment from the audience to all this, they parted like the red sea, all those macho men, giving way to a lad in his early twenties leading his naked slave. Yes, I realised, that is what I'd just become.
He helped me into the pickup with a swat across my arse, led me to the frame behind the cab and put my arms out to grab hold the top bar.
'Are you going to stand here boy or do I need to tie your hands?'
'I'll stand Sir.'
'Good boy. I'm taking you home to fuck, probably beat you, use you as my toilet and let you sleep at the foot of my bed. How's that sound to you?'
'Perfect Sir,' I replied.
A few moments later the pickup roared from the truck stop, his Masters naked slave standing proudly upright in the rear, exposed to the elements and any passing vehicles. His erect cock and tight balls were bouncing off the cab top, he had a stupid smile stretching from side to side of his face. He'd found his Master and was going home.