Chapter 2
He had the young man totally helpless and vulnerable beneath his strong grip; he was uncannily turned on by it. His fist moved steadily inward until Wade thought he would scream, until he thought that hand, that fist, would smash into his guts.
"Go ahead, bitch," Rick growled. "Scream... do what you want, but just remember I'm gonna fuck you until I'm ready to stop. I'm gonna fuck you just like you've always wanted to get it!"
Wade fell back in a perverse combination of pleasure, fear, pain. His legs had closed until his knees were placed together, but it did no good. Rick's hand was up inside his body and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Spread those legs, bitch! Let me see that asshole... let me see it spread wide... wider than it's ever been spread before!"
"Please, Rick, I can't!" Wade implored. "No more, Rick... you're killing me!"
Wade felt the big hands moving between his legs, spreading them apart once more. "I said do it, bitch. Spread those legs, I want to see what I'm fucking. I wanna see my hand up there in that big asshole. I wanna see it move inside you and I wanna see those little red lips grabbing my arm. Spread 'em, cocksucker, spread 'em, or I'll spread 'em for you!"
Wade recognized a new tone to Rick's voice. Never had he been so harsh, so implacable in bed. It seemed that at last Rick felt in a position to exploit his own power, to use Wade as his guinea pig. Wade had given him the opportunity; now he was the victim of it.
Wade wanted it -- and yet he didn't. He couldn't stand the physical pain any longer; yet the emotional need to be possessed and used and overpowered came screaming out through his body.
Wade lay back and surrendered to the brutal animal on top of him. "All right, you bastard," he moaned. "Have it your way. Fuck me... go ahead, fuck my asshole off, fuck me, you hairy animal... fuck the shit out of me!"
The fist slammed furiously in and out. Rick groaned and heaved and made deep, gurgling sounds deep in his throat. Beads of sweat were thrown from the man's hairy chest down onto Wade's mottled face and the fist, like some terrible living instrument of torture, pounded his asshole in a steady, monstrous rhythm.
Finally it stopped. "Okay, baby," Rick sighed. "You've had enough." He took the popper and placed it in Wade's nose. "Take it," he ordered. "You'll need it."
Wade inhaled deeply again and again as he felt Rick pulling back, pulling ever-so slightly out of him.
Then he heard the sound of another popper and wondered what had happened, wondered if perhaps Rick had changed his mind and wanted to give him some more fist.
Rick took a strong whiff and then held it to Wade's free nostril. Wade soared heavenward. He felt full inside again, felt the fingers moving slowly, moving fractions of an inch at a time out toward freedom from their confinement.
It seemed to take hours. His asshole felt as if it were being stretched beyond the point of endurance, beyond what could possibly be real, and he could feel his sphincter muscle fighting, pushing as the hand tried to pull free.
Rick's hand was fighting steadily, carefully against the boy's straining asshole.
Wade tried desperately to relax, tried to allow the man to complete the maneuver, but nothing he could do would allow him total relaxation.
Inch by inch, Rick moved out of his asshole. Each second was a threat, a terror. He never knew from moment to moment whether the next movement would be the one to make him scream out in excruciating pain as the huge fist passed through the straining sphincter muscle.
"Relax, baby," Rick said. "Just relax and let me take care of it." With his free hand he began to massage the outside of Wade's asshole, rubbing in a circular, slow motion.
And then it was over. Wade suddenly felt empty, abandoned, ravished.
His body writhed with relief upon the bed, but before he knew what was happening, he felt Rick's thick muscular legs between his own, opening them, pushing them apart. He felt the rock-hard column that was Rick's cock probing between his asscheeks, trying to find that opening which would now be large enough to swallow his dick -- or any dick -- easily into his body.
Although Wade felt sore all over, he was still excited and he moved in such a way as to capture the tip of Rick's bulbous cockhead and allow it easy access.
"That's right, baby," Rick chuckled as he mounted the smaller boy. "That's it, bitch. Now you're gonna take my cock... take it all the way to the bottom, right to the balls. If you don't cooperate you may end up taking the balls too... Ever wondered how it would feel to have a big pair of hairy balls crammed up your asshole right along with a dick?"
Wade writhed his body into the body above him, locking his legs around the huge back, digging into the thick biceps with one hand and plucking at the coarse, curly black hairs of Rick's chest with his other hand. Rick was leaning over him in a push-up position, smiling knowingly and mockingly into his face.
"Now then," Rick grinned. "Let me fuck that big asshole."
In one lithe, swift motion, Rick imbedded his huge, engorged cock all the way to its root. Moaning deeply, he let his tremendous weight collapse upon the young man below.
"Spread those legs, bitch," he grunted. "Get 'em up in the air... higher... stick 'em up to the ceiling... Get that big asshole up where I can fuck it!"
"Oh, baby, give it to me," Wade heard himself murmuring despite everything. "Come on, stud, fuck the shit out of me."
In an instant, it seemed to Wade that the pain was gone. He heard Rick crack another popper and he knew that soon the two of them would be in ecstasy, knew that they would reach higher levels of pleasure before the night was over.
Still there was a nagging, uncomfortable feeling. He knew that he was debasing himself, humiliating himself for Rick, more so tonight than he had ever done before. And he was loving it like never before too. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't have room to feel anything except that thick, blunt, obstinate cock pile driving its way in and out of his wide-stretched asshole. After the fist, a mere cock was not even painful. It just felt good and warm and manly inside him, banging against his prostate gland, pounding triumphantly in and out, in and out.
Time seemed to go on forever. There was nothing in the whole world except the rocking, steady motion of Rick's flat, hard, taut, hair covered hips being met by Wade's.
"That's a good bitch," Rick said hotly against his neck. "Keep those legs spread good and wide so I can fuck that asshole raw!"
The dick moved with a furious speed, pistoning in and out, the man's balls slapping loudly against the cheeks of Wade's ass with each inward thrust. The swollen asslips yielded easily for the big thick dick and Wade reveled in the sensation of being full of Rick, being full of his hardness and his fury and his lust.
"I love you," Wade groaned.
"I know what you love," Rick returned. "You love what you've got up your ass, that's what you love. Oh, take that dick, you big cocksucking asshole! Take that... and that... and that!" He accentuated his words with violent thrusts which rocked the boy all over the mattress and made him cling frantically do the man's big chest as it bounced up and down on him.
"It's true," Wade moaned. "I love your dick... I love the way it fits my asshole." He spread his legs even wider. "Dick me, Rick," he grunted. "Dick me good and hard just like I deserve. Fuck me like a bitch. That's all I want, to be... your bitch... the bitch who takes your cock every night... you could fuck me until I bleed and I'd still get down on my knees and kiss your balls... do anything you say... just fuck me, Rick, please keep on fucking me!"
"Take dick, you cocksucker," Rick grunted, pounding furiously.
"Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me till I scream," Wade pleaded. He had forgotten everything now, everything except that he was beneath a man, a big man, groveling in that man's warmth and strength and power.
"Listen to that asshole, bitch," Rick snorted contemptuously. "Listen to it get fucked." Wade's asshole had begun to lubricate itself from the first moment a cock had entered it; now each time Rick thrust his dick into the tunnel it made a loud sloshing sound.
In and out the cock went, faster and faster, until Wade felt like an automatic piston was in constant motion inside his asshole.
"Take that cock." Rick said. "Take it right up that big shitty asshole!"
"Give it to me," was all Wade could moan. Just their tongues met, tangled, fought, pushed; Rick sank his teeth into the boy's lower lip until he drew blood. Wade moaned and shoved his tongue deep into Rick's throat, searching over the tops of his teeth; seeking out Rick's tongue. They seemed on the verge of totally and literally devouring one another with their mouths.
"How'd you like my dick in your mouth?" Rick shouted at Wade. "How'd you like my cock down your throat right now, bitch, covered with your shit?"
"Anything," Wade sighed. "I'll suck your cock any way and any time you want me to. Anything you tell me to do, Rick, I'll do it." And then he moaned, "Fuck, yes, I'll eat your dick with my ass juice on it. Give it to me, stud. I want your cock shoved down my throat."
The cock came ripping out of the swollen asshole. Rick moved up over his body and then off; firmly, he took Wade's arm and made him get down on his knees at the side of the bed. Rick sat on the edge. He moved up to Wade and began to rub his big hairy prick all over the boy's face, pulling Wade's face into his hot loins and making him lick the huge egg-shaped balls.
Rick's large hands reached out, took Wade's head, ripped the blond hair tightly. He continued to rub his crotch with Wade's face... the cock, the balls all over. Wade breathed deeply, taking in the heavy male odor, loving every minute of it, loving the smell of Rick deep down between the crevice of his balls and buttocks. He nibbled at the thick, coarse hairs that sprouted on the nuts, swirled profusely around the crotch, and even ran in little tufts out onto the turgid trunk of the cock itself.
Rick reached over onto the bed and picked up the popper. He opened the metal container and shoved it into Wade's nostril. Wade took a deep, intoxicating whiff of it; Rick did the same. Wade's body was moving as if in a fantasy.
"Open that mouth now, you bitch," Rick ordered.
As soon as his lips were open, Wade felt the tip of the cock moving in between them, moving straight on in until the warm heaviness was lodged deep in his throat. He opened his mouth wider and began to work on the thick, swollen head of the man's dick. He let his tongue run all over the head in circular patterns, then ran it underneath, where there were several blood-gorged veins, and then over to the crack in the cockhead. He was in heaven. He began to suck madly, furiously, saliva running down the sides of his mouth. The cock was pressed in a little deeper and Wade had to open his mouth so wide that his jaws ached.
Rick picked up the rhythm of Wade's mouth and began shoving his prick further into the young man's mouth. Ever time he moved, he thrust his meat a little further inside. Wade reached out and took hold of the man's muscle-bulging thighs, feeling them flex each time he dipped forward and plunged his mouth down onto the throbbing, pulsating cock. It seemed to go deeper and deeper until at last Wade felt the cock at the start of his throat. He gagged, choked, but he did not give up. He wanted too much to keep it there, to suck that cock totally into his throat, into his body; he wanted it in his mouth as completely as he had wanted the big dick in his ass.
Rick kept moving deeper and deeper, pulling out just enough to let Wade take a breath of air, and then pushing his prick back into him beyond the limitation of his mouth, deep into the throat.
"Take this, baby," Rick said, handing Wade another popper. "Take this and eat me good, bitch. I want my whole fuckin' cock down your throat, every inch of it."
Wade pressed in tightly with his lips, creating pressure, running his tongue around and around the sides of the cock even while he sucked it.
"Eat it, cocksucker," Rick demanded. "Eat dick!"
He was sucking Rick's cock so deeply that he couldn't breathe, and he was loving it. When he was allowed to take a breath of air the popper filled his head until he was spinning, until the only thing he could concentrate on was taking every inch of Rick's cock. He wanted to take the man's cock all the way down his throat, to feel the man's pubic hair scratching against his face; he wanted to be able to open his mouth wide enough to take the thick, heavy balls, which hung down in their sac and swayed gently against his chin.
"Oh, baby, suck my cock, suck my dick good," Rick demanded, tightening his grip on Wade's head and increasing the speed and the power of his movements until each stroke made the boy gag. A slippery, slimy fluid had lubricated Rick's cock so that it flowed smoothly into Wade's mouth.
Rick moved forward, trapping Wade's head. The young man's blond head, and his smooth, boyish body were trapped between the bed and Rick's dark, hairy legs.
"Eat me!" Rick grunted. "Eat that fucking cock!" He grabbed the blond hair with one hand and forced Wade's head back until it was lying on the mattress. Then Rick spread his legs wide and positioned himself over Wade so that he was fucking him in the mouth.
"Fuck me long and deep," Wade moaned, still choking and gagging on the big dick. His difficulty in taking the cock all the way seemed to excite Rick all the more, seemed to turn him on to the point that he was like an animal fucking the boy's mouth over and over and over; Wade could feel nothing but the power of Rick's cock.
"Eat me, cocksucker," Rick growled down as he mouth-fucked the boy. "Come on, take more of it, take that hot dick. You know how... you're the cocksucking expert, remember? Suck it in there, baby!"
Wade felt the man's body tense, felt every muscle in the large frame strain and grow ready. He knew that at any minute now Rick was going to release the gushing evidence of his virility. He was going to let loose with that which he had been building up to for so long, he was going to give the cocksucker his pride and manhood -- he was going to shoot a load of come into Wade Matthews' mouth.
"Come on, bitch, come on," he groaned. "Suck it, suck it good. Suck it like you've always wanted to suck cock!"
Wade's head was swirling. With Rick's words and the popper and the cock in his mouth, he was in ecstasy. It was a terrible, frightening, dreamlike ecstasy: it was an ecstasy that he hoped would never end.
Rick began to work his hips back and forth, undulating with a fierce rhythm, shoving his big fat cock all the way down Wade's throat, leaning the full weight of his body on Wade's face as he did so. He pounded his dick just as he had when it had been in Wade's asshole, pumping fast and furious.
"Get ready for it, baby," he said, out of breath. "Get ready for my big load!"
He was all the way on top of Wade's face now, burying the blond head, crushing it beneath the massive weight of his dark thighs and hairy groin. Wade, unable to breathe, pushed against the big legs each time Rick pulled back, trying to get air into his lungs, trying to take the cock all the way into his throat with each stroke.
Wade could only moan and caress Rick as he felt the cock stiffen and throb like a battering ram in his mouth. His jaws ached from being locked in the open position for so long, but, just as before, the combination was one of pain intermingled with almost unbearable pleasure.
Rick was murmuring on top of him now. His words were almost inaudible as Wade sucked harder on his dick, as he took the entire column into his mouth and gently nibbled at its hairy root. He could feel the crinkled, enormous balls pressed deep into his chin, could feel Rick driving with all his power and fury, making hint submit to his way, making him submit to whatever sexual abuse he might care to toss in Wade's direction.
"Oh, thataway, baby," Rick was murmuring. "Baby, you are one hell of a cocksucking sonofabitch, take my word for it. Nobody's ever eaten my dick like you do... you're one super cocksucker, baby."
Rick began to pound harder, driving his dick further and further into the wide-open mouth, making Wade want to scream with the rasping, scratching feeling the cock was causing in his throat. Wade knew that he wouldn't even be able to talk by the time Rick was finished with him, and yet he knew at the same time that he had to let him do it. He had to let Rick have his way. He had to feel that Rick had anything and everything he could possibly want with him, had to give in and submit to him, no matter how painful and degrading it might be. He couldn't allow himself to even think about it, to wonder why he was doing this. He simply knew that he had no choice. He had to keep Rick. He loved the big crude man, perverse though it often seemed. It was something that he had accepted, something that he wanted, and lying back now with the cock plunging down his throat, it all seemed somehow worth it.
He never did really kid himself about Rick. He had known from the beginning; he understood what he was doing and did it with his eyes wide open, accepting his own feelings of self-worthlessness, knowing that he needed a man like Rick to prove that worthlessness to him and knew at the same time Rick was not the kind of man to be pinned down easily.