Lost fight
by Malcolm
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I heard a dull clanking sound as the back of my head hit the drainpipe. I almost lost consciousness, and through the stars swirling in front of my eyes, I looked up at him helplessly. My vision and sense of balance was further blurred by the pints of beer he fed me inside the pub. The sharp pain on my head quickly dulled into drunken numbness, and my back began to slide down the drainpipe, until my butt sat on the puddles on the ground, splattering water and god knows what else. From the ground I looked up to his towering silhouette, the dim pale light outlining the lean muscles on his arms and chest, and those slender ears sticking out of his shaved head, and he looked like some forest animal stalking prey. I could just make out a faint smirk on his lips - always wearing that cold expression, always that thin veil of assurance, power, even cruelty that draws me to him.
My tight, torn jeans were getting soaked, and some water was spilling onto my butt crack and balls through the tears in the jeans. I gathered up my strength, stamped hard on my boots, and pushed off the ground, but in my sorry state I only succeeded in slipping and hitting the floor again. Parts of my red polo shirt were now soaked too, I felt the cold and the wet stinging my skin, and I felt miserable. I felt ready to give up, and I laid there, on my side, my skin-head resting on the wet, hard pavement, looking up at him, my mouth weakly hanging open like a pathetic dog, begging him to take pity on me, to pick me up and hold me and caress my sore body.
I felt my stomach cave in. Throbbing pain. Without warning, he had kicked me with his right boot. I pictured the metal plated tip making contact, impacting my thin, sinewy body, as my breath was punched out of me and I yelled. I curled up like a foetus, moaning and grunting to ease the pain. He shoved his boot into my enclosed body, and gave me another kick! but softer this time, almost as if his boot is prodding me, wanting to turn me over. Obediently I straightened a little. But his boot kept kicking. I was moaning and pleading with groans and grunts, and I curled up again, around his insistent boot; I was hugging his boot and holding onto it as he was kicking me. Eventually I held his leather boot so tight, he could only give me little punches with the tip. I was delirious with pain, disoriented by the sight and the feel of him, all I could do was hold on tight, and without thinking I stuck out my tongue and began to lick his boot.
This evidently displeased him. "Get the fuck up," I heard his command, and then felt his powerful hands gripping my head, pulling me up. I managed to struggle up on my feet, still unsteady. I was swaying in erratic circles, and once or twice I lost my balance so that I fell onto him, pressing my body against his chest. I revelled in the sensuous touch of his leather vest and his hard muscles, smelling his sweat as if it was amyl. I was tempted to fall asleep just leaning against him, rubbing my face into him.
His hands yanked my head up, hard and rough, and I was back to reality, staring up into his eyes. "Get yourself together, you pathetic fuck," he said, and then a wad of his spit hit me square on my face, stinging my left eye. Instinctively I lifted my hand to wipe it, so I could see - he snatched my hand away, slapped me across my cheek, and spat on me again, holding me tight in his arm so I didn't fall over. The warm sticky spit ran down my face, soothing the sting of the smack. I struggled to stay standing, but I just wasn't coping and kept getting limp in his arms. So he pushed me against the wall, less hard this time so I didn't hurt so much hitting the wall, and before I had the time to sag onto the ground he got hold of me again, holding me by my head, gripping it hard. He got my attention now, my vision cleared a bit, and I looked up into his steely, staring eyes.
He stared at me intently. I was captured and pinned down by his searching, staring eyes, and for a while I couldn't see anything, I couldn't think of anything, not even of my throbbing cock; his gaze captured my whole attention, like I was autistic, like there was nothing else except to look at him and be looked at by him. To be examined by him, to see if I was worth his effort, if I was worth it.
"What do you want from me," he said, at long last, still staring into me.
I was transfixed, I couldn't answer. He spat at me again, above my lips, and I stuck my tongue out to savour the taste of him.
"What do you want from me?" he asked again, his grip on my head tightening.
"I ..." a sound stumbled out of me, I hesitated, I didn't know what to say. And then I just let my cock speak for me. "I ... I want to feel you handling me rough, I want to feel you towering over me and pressing on me and fucking me up and fucking me and using me and --"
"You think this is some fucking roleplaying game?" he interrupted my delirious rant, his voice keeping his coldness, but the undertone of anger and aggression was unmistakable. His anger sent a shock wave over my body, and I shut my mouth, suddenly frightened but helplessly drawn into his smouldering rage. "You think I'm here to service your pathetic fantasies? You think I just fuck you for your pleasure? What the fuck were you thinking?" Suddenly I felt my balls being yanked, hard; he had reached through the tear in the front of my jeans, his strong fingers kneading and mashing my balls. I groaned in pain, I realised the seriousness of his anger, I was helpless and enclosed by him and could do nothing to stop him taking it out on me. He tore the opening wider, shredding my jeans, and then I felt his hand shoved right in between my legs, his fingers jabbing up my ass, splitting them open in one swift thrust. I screamed in pain, but I couldn't escape him. But he di
dn't stop there, his fingers kept pushing, until they were buried deeper and deeper in my ass, and then he added his thumb. I could picture my sphincter like a piece of beef, I could feel it being torn apart by a blunt knife. I screamed, and tears started to run down my face. Through my screams and tears I managed to fix my eyes on him, trying to plead with him, not to stop punishing me, but to not be angry with me. But he replied with his other hand that was gripping my head; he pulled my head a little away from the wall, and then pushed it back, my bare scalp scraping the wall. And he pulled my head away, and pushed it back, harder. I felt the dull thud on my head, as his hand sent surges of his power into me, again and again, banging my head, trying to wake me up, trying to make me realise, trying to tell me. He was starting to bury his whole fist into my ass now, while banging my head against the wall. And then I saw that he was crying too. And he was biting on his lips to muster up the strength to grip my head, to bang it against the wall. His whole fist was nearly up my ass now, and the pain wouldn't let up. Then I saw him leaning into me, tilting his head a little, he was leaning into me to kiss me, to shove his tongue into my mouth, invading my mouth and wrestling my tongue, depriving me of my groans and screams with which I was trying to communicate my pain to him. Instead he shut my pathetic mouth up with his insistent kiss, he filled my mouth with his spit and his power and his demand on me, commanding me to surrender. All the time my head was banging against the wall, his fist ramming up my ass, the pain not stopping but slowly getting his message across to me, all through my body.
I lost consciousness of time, being kissed and punched and fisted by him. Waves and waves of his emotions and raw power and pain surged through me, making me lose myself. I didn't even know it when he took his fist and his tongue out, and had taken a step away. It was as if my head was still banging against the wall. But slowly my body felt the loss of his arms and body holding me up against the wall, and I sank down onto the floor. Slowly I recover from the daze, I was panting hard, and I tried hard to focus on him. He looked as magnificent as ever, but now his image was no longer a seductive one to me, making me all hard and randy and ready -- no, the sight of him now made me drift away from my body, it made me want to surrender all my flesh, my holes, my cock to him; looking at him made me feel like his fist and his tongue were invading me again.
He was unzipping the jeans under his leather chaps as I was being transfixed by the sight of him. He dug out his cock, filled to a fleshy fullness but not totally hard. He peeled back his foreskin, and then headed towards me again. My mouth was hanging open from the panting, and as his cock approached I let it drop a little wider, ready to receive his humping cock, ready for a facefuck. I closed my eyes. A warm feeling quickly filled up my mouth; I closed my mouth, opened my eyes and his stream of piss hit me sqaure between the eyes, as I involuntarily swallowed the mouthful of warm, stale piss he had just sprayed into my mouth. He was hosing down my face with his piss, and I got to taste more of his piss. Then he pissed into my already soaked shirt, then aiming it directly at my balls through the tear in my jeans. Then he sprayed my long lace-up boots, cleaning it with his liquid manstink. Still he was not finished. "Open," he commanded. My mouth fell open and I drew his pissing cock gently into my mouth, feeling the slight pumping action of his cock as he pissed straight down my throat. He shook off the last drops straight onto my tongue, and then left his cock there. I tenderly caressed his fuckpole, worshipping it with my tongue, feeling it hardening in my mouth. I began to suck it, at first gently and then opening up more and swallowing it, as if I was a hungry beggar, or a pathetic dog eagerly lapping its master. He started humping me, pushing his cock straight down my throat and out again, pushing into my pipes and out again, his balls slapping my chin. Each time he humped my hungry mouth he knocked the breath out of me, and I let out a high pitch sigh like a whining puppy, my mouth drooling spit.
He fed me his cock furiously, stabbing the back of my throat rapidly, and then suddenly withdrew. My mouth felt empty, and I felt a pang of pain - of lack - in my chest. I lifted my head, my eyes searching his. And then, not knowing from where I drew the strength, I said the words with the clearest state of mind I could muster: "I love you."
His left boot connected hard onto my temple, and I fell over onto the puddle of piss. With the side of my head burning, I pushed myself up to half sitting, and felt his boot again, rapidly kicking three times in my chest. I fell again, coughing out the air that was pushed from my lungs. I lied there, letting the pain travel through my body. There was a little respite, but I could hear his boots stamping on the puddles, he was walking around me. Then I felt my butt shoved abruptly forward by the sole of his boot. Then his other boot, kicking me again. He kept swopping his feet, kicking me repeatedly, on my butt, my shoulder blades, my thighs. With each hit I cried out, and when he stopped I let my face drop onto the cold, wet and stinking ground, not able to hold myself up any more. I just lied there, panting, sobbing. Then his boots filled my vision, those black leather boots, scratched and dusty, boots that hugged his feet closely, boots that I had dreamt of licking countless times - I could see them right in front of my nose. Then his left boot lifted out of my sight, and a cold, wet boot-sole descended on my face, grinding me, lightly stamping on me.
I closed my eyes. I felt the grooves of the sole digging into my face, the light scratch of the metal plates on the side, and the power of the foot that was encased by the boot. I just closed my eyes and let go and let him stamp on me with his boot. Grinding my face in the dust, in the puddles of piss and dirty water. Then he moved his boot away, and put it under my neck, pushing my head up. I obeyed, and gradually sat up, and then finally stood up, facing him.
"I love you," I said, again, and felt his punch in my ribs. I sank, into his arms holding me, and then he landed his other fist in my ribs again. I could do nothing but bury myself into him, holding onto him, and he landed another punch on my back. He stopped for a little while, and then punched me again on the side of my chest, then on my thigh, in my ribs again, intermittent punches with enough pauses in between to let me recover, but hard enough to keep me defenceless and holding on to him. "I love you," I said again, mumbling into his chest where my head was pressed against. Another jab in my ribs, hard, and the pain made my body jerk away from his arms, I lost my footing, my boots scraping the ground on its side and I would have fallen down if he hadn't caught me. He landed another couple of punches, and then he just held me, leaving me panting, wincing, succumbing to him, needing his touch. I could feel his chest heaving, he was also panting, recovering from the effort of punching me.
Then he hoisted me up on both my feet, my boots standing on either side of one of his legs, so that I was straddling his thigh, as if I was sitting on him, our bodies held close together. My cock rubbed into his thigh, and I could feel his cock on my thigh too. I felt his warm hand holding my head again. Slowly he tilted my head up, and I found myself looking into his face, his lips slightly quivering, as if hesitating to tell me something.
"I'm scared," he said.
With my eyes, I studied his face anew. I looked at his furrowed brows, lightly scrunching his forehead. I looked at his deeply searching eyes, no longer cold. I placed my head against his chest, nuzzling up to him. He hugged me tighter, and with one hand, stroked the bare skin of my head, gently, gently.
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