(The following scene happened to me when I was visiting my friend Ben in Ohio. We had been out to dinner, then back to his apartment for a few beers. He disappeared upstairs---I thought he was just taking a shit, until I heard the music and the sounds of weights hitting weights...)
Finally, after a full 20 minutes had passed, the music abruptly went silent. Then the clomping of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I was about ready to give him shit for working out while we were partying, when I saw him. He was shirtless, his pecs and biceps pumped up to their fullest, tattoos glistening. He was wearing a pair of jeans and boots. He had a totally maniacal look in his eyes, although his face showed little expression.
"What the fuck, man..." Before I could finish my sentence, Ben grabbed me by the back of the neck and smashed my face down on the padded arm rest on the couch. I was seeing stars
"Shut the fuck up! Did I say you could talk? Now strip!"
"What?"
Another smash onto the armrest. "Are you deaf, you lousy faggot? I SAID STRIP!" But I just sat there, stoned and stunned, my forehead throbbing. Ben grabbed me around the throat and put his face inches from mine.
"If you are not out of those clothes in ten seconds, I swear I will choke you till you pass out." His eyes locked with mine, noses almost touching, "You know I can do it."
I stumbled to my feet and stripped.
"Hands behind your back! Stomach in! Chest out!" I stood at attention, still comfused as to what was going on. He reached down between my legs, grabbed hold of my balls, and started to twist. "Don't fucking move, or I'll kick you fucking ass!" He left the room for a second...my mind was racing.
He came back in a minute later and put me in a headlock. "Listen, you worthless piece of shit, if you want to walk out of this apartment in one piece at the end of this weekend, you gonna do exactly as I say! If you hesitate, I'll fucking beat you down!" He hipped tossed me to the floor.
From the pocket of his camoflage pants, he produced a folded up piece of paper. "Read it. Out loud." I unfolded the paper and my face turned bright crimson as I saw the words on the page. They were pages from a notebook that I must have left in Akron the last time I came to visit. I had been writing wrestling stories at the time---stories of pain, degredation and humiliation, one of which was a fantasy about my firend Ben. Fuck...
"Read it!"
In a unsteady voice, I read my own handwriting...
"I have a fantasy about my friend Ben. He's the skinhead-looking drummer in my band. He has an awesome body with some really hot tattoos. Last summer, I bought this sex wrestling video when I was in NYC called "Bootboy Brawl"; two skinheads, a bigger one who looks a little a lot like Ben and smaller one who looks somewhat like me. In the video, the bigger skinhead totally manhandles the smaller one and makes him endure prolonged torture and multiple humiliating sexual submissions. The bigger skin strips the smaller one and then strips himself, showing off his huge thick rod. The submissions become more and more degrading as the smaller skinhead is forced to endure humiliating punishments like ass rimming, boot licking, armpit worship, spit, cock and ball torture, tit abuse. The bigger skin parades him in front of a huge mirror and verbally humiliates him. Finally, the smaller skinhead is impaled on a huge dildo and the bigger guy fucks his face until he blows."
"Every night for at least six months after I got the video, I would pack up a big bong, sniff some poppers, put in the tape, put on some headphones, turn the volume up real loud, and imagine that it was Ben doing all those things to me. I would estimate that I came at least 200 times to that video..."
Ben turned on the TV. There, in full glory, was the video.
"I found a copy of it on the Internet. Nearly every night for the past month, I've been pumping iron, sniffing some poppers, then watching this video and jerking off. I got this fucker memorized. How about we watch it together?" He led me to the couch and ordered me to spread my legs. There in the reflectiona across from me, was my cock, dripping precum like a faucet. The video continued to roll, with Ben throwing in an occassional comment ("Ooh, that looks like it's gonna hurt!" Ben would absently tug at my nipple while calmly telling me how painful a particular maneuver was gonna be and my cock bounced and strained. By the time the video was over, my whole body felt like one big sex organ, shivering with need.
He turned off the TV, uncapped a bottle of poppers and put them under my nose. He then sniffed deep from the bottle himself and grabbed me in a bear hug, just the way the video started. Volts of electricity shot up my spine as he applied the pressure. He literally picked me up and squeezed with all his might. The sensations in my back were incredibly painful, yet incredibly arousing. My cock throbbed and smeared precum all over Ben' stomach. He let off on the pressure for a bit, still holding me, my feet dangling inches from the floor. In a voice nearly identidcal to the bear in the video, he whispered into my ear, "Are you ready for pain, boy?"
For the next hour, he subjected me to a blow-by-blow interpretation of the video. After the bear hug, he put me in a reverse headlock, my face buried deep in his pit. He dropped to an extended knee, driving the joint deep into my tailbone. He held me there, arched backwards, ravaging my balls and nips. "Beg for mercy, faggot!" My mouth was buried in his pit and the only noises I could make were muffled groans, his manscent deep in my nose. He stood up and repeated the maneuver, just like in the video. "Say I submit Sir!" He grabbed my sack and yanked viciously.
"AAAGGHHHH I SUBMIT SIR I SUBMIT SIR O GOD O GOD I SUBMIT SIRAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!"
He threw me to the hardwood floor with a thump, my back and tailbone in serious pain. He stood over me and held his boot over my mouth. "You know what to do, asshole!" I submissively stuck out my tongue, totally humiliated, and licked the grunge and grime from the soles of his boots.
Next, a torture rack. He scooped me up like I was nothing, and flung me over his shoulders, one arm around my neck in a choke hold, the other hooked around my leg and grabbling my cock and balls. He pulled down on them mercilessly, just like in the video. The pain in my crotch was incredible and I begged for mercy, my arms flailing wildly. He bounced up and down, applying more and more pressure on my overarched back. "I wanna hear you call yourself a cocksucking faggot!"
"O GOD I'M A COCKSUCKING FAGGOT! PLEASE SIR LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK! AAAGGGHHHH!!!!"
Ben let go of me, letting me roll down his back and onto the floor. I was out of my mind in pain and I tried in desperation to crawl away. Ben grabbed me by one leg and dragged me over to the mirror, like a lifeless slab of meat. He stood with his booted foot firmly planted on my genitals, grinding hard. He flexed in the mirror, enjoying his dominance. "All the time we were friends, you wanted me to treat you like a cocksucking jobber. Is this what you wanted? Is it?" He spread my legs in front of the mirror, pulled me up into a sitting position, wrenched my arms behind my back and pulled, getting leverage by burying his knee in my back. He unzipped his pants and out fell 8.5 inches of thick manhodd, springing forth from a bush of curly brown pubes. He rubbed it across the top of my bald head, spreading precum on my forehead.
The wrestling holds continued---Boston crab, scissors, ab stretches, the moves getting more and more painful, the submissions more and more humiliating. I tongue bathed every part of his body, licked his spit off the hardwood floor, licked the precum (his and mine) he fed to me from his fingers. After punishments, more poppers, then another crippling hold. I yelled, screamed, called myself every degrading name in the book. I begged him to fuck my pussy cunt.
Ben sat on my back and arched me painfully in a camel clutch, my arms hanging uselessly over his knees, his one hand yanking up on my chin. With the other hand, he reached under the couch and pulled out a 8" black rubber dildo with a 4" rubber handle and a tub of vasoline. He scooped out a handful of lube and, reaching behind me with three fingers, plugged it up my hole. He inserted the tip of the dildo and I could feel my ass lips wrap around and accept the head. He pushed it in another four inches, the long end of the dildo hanging from between my legs like a tail.
He flipped my onto my back, sat on my face, and pulled my legs up over my shoulders, giving him full access to the dildo. His ass cheeks were spread wide and my tongue dug deep into his hole, the scent of his sweat and musky ass driving me crazy. I slurped like mad, biting into the meaty flesh and wiggling my tongue all around his crack. Every once in a while, he would give the dildo a twist, sending spasms down my spine, driving my tongue deeper into his hot hole.
Ben dismounted my face. "Are you ready for the grand finale?" he asked, just like in the video. He grabbed my nipples and pulled me up into a kneeling position, the dildo still jammed halfway up my hole. He put his hand on top of my head, just like in the video, and drove me down the full length of the rubber pole, past the end of the dildo and half way down the handle. I screamed in agony and Ben shoved the poppers under my nose. The fumes took over as Ben literally picked me up and dropped me down, again and again, painfully impaling me on the dildo, ripping my ass to shreds. The poppers were totally in control of me now and soon Ben took his hand off my head and I was still reaming myself wildly on the rubber fuckpole. He stood before me, his halfhard tool dripping precum. "You ready to slurp my meat?" I opened my mouth in anticipation of his tool. But he just wagged it in front of my face. "Or should we try something else? Up on your feet, worthless shit!" I scrambled to my feet, the dildo still deep inside me. He grabbed hold of the handle and marched me up the stairs into the bedroom.
He pushed me onto the bed and started working the dildo inside of me, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I was thrashing around the mattress, grinding my hips and moaning like a bitch in heat. "Fuck, man, you are such a fucking embarrassment to our sex..."
After 20 minutes of nonstop reaming, Ben grabbed me by the arm and painfully dragged me to the floor. He grabbed the belt from a pair of pants and bound my hands behind my back. I knelt there before him, my body shaking, while his massive rod jutted only inches from my face. He wiped his cockhead and shaft across my lips. "Get a good taste, faggot!" He got around behind me and yanked out the dildo with a loud sucking sound. He mounted me on the spot, the head of his cock splitting me in two like a wedge. He soaked a cotton ball in poppers and shoved it up my right nostril. "Hold on, pussy, I'm gonna take up to the moon!" He thrust his engorged prick into my hole; it was so hot, it felt like someone had shoved a hot poker up my ass. He buried his rod deep inside me, then pulled all the way out, then back in again, his balls slapping against my ass, faster and faster. The friction was incredible and the combination of the poppers and the gas made it feel like my asshole would burst into flames.
Ben mercilessly fucked me harder and harder and I damn near passed out in agony. Finally, just when I started to slip into unconsciousness, he pulled out and faced me. With one hand he pumped his throbbing pecker with blinding speed. With the other, he delivered a series of forehand and backhand slaps across my face, my head snapping back and forth violently.
Ben screamed, "THIS (SLAP) IS (SLAP) HOW (SLAP) A (SLAP) MAN (SLAP) USES (SLAP) HIS (SLAP) COCK! AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!" With a primal scream from the depth of his soul, Ben arched his back and let loose with a torrent of cum. Steaming hot jism splattered across my face and chest. He came and came and came, load after load into my goatee, on top of my shaved head, dripping from my nipples. And still he came, shooting a load up one of my nostrils and a final spurt that landed right on the head of my insignificant little penis. Ben held his cock there for a moment and, even in its wilting state, it towered over mine, his dark red head and thick shaft flopped on top of mine, completely covering it.
I looked up at him and he spit in my face. He grabbed the dildo, and, with one shove, buried it deep inside my fucked-raw asshole. He turned off the light and left me there, bound and sticky, the huge dildo impaling my ass. I passed out.
I woke up on the bedroom floor seven hours later, at the crack of dawn, my hands untied, but the dildo still crammed deeply up my ass. I was bruised and sore. I got up and unwedged the dildo from my ass, then took a shower. I went down into the kitchen and made some coffee. Ben came down around noon,. He drank coffee and barely acknowledged my existence. I buried my head in the Sunday paper, in complete and abject shame.
About two miles from the airport, we pulled off into a gas station. I looked down at the gas tank---still over half full. Ben went to the counter, then came out with the bathroom key. "Come with me," he growled. Obiediently, I followed him around the corner to the back of the gas station. He unlocked the door, then shoved me in.
He undid his belt and pulled down his pants. "All right, you cocksucking toilet whore! We got 45 minutes till your flight leaves. If you miss it, you're shit outta luck, cuz I can't bring home any more piece of shit cocksuckers. And we ain't leaving until I cum, so you better get to work." He forced me to my knees, into a puddle of piss left by a previous patron with bad aim. He grabbed my head and pumped his thick cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked and slurped with all my might, running my tongue up and down the thick shaft and swirling it around the head. After ten minutes of face fucking, Ben let out a scream, "Oh God, I'm gonna blow! AAAAGGHHHH!" I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat, then he abruptly pulled out and baptized my face in a shower of cum.
"All right, asshole, I'm through with you. You better move your ass, cuz it's a long walk back to Philly." I reached for some toilet paper to wipe up, but Ben slapped my hand away. "Leave it there, I want people to see that I mark my territory. I got to my feet and we left the restroom together. When the door opened, a big, burly trucker was standing there, waiting to use the can. He had heard everything that had happened. Ben lit up a cigarette and let out a satisfied sigh. "Love those restroom toilet whores," he said to the man with a grin on his face. The guy looked at my semen streaked face, then shook his head. "Worthless piece of homo shit.." he muttered as the restroom door closed behind him.
We drove the remaining two miles to the airport, the cum dripping off my face and onto my shirt. We drove past the parking attendant at the airport, who looked me over twice before waving us through. Ben pulled up to the front gate and stopped the van. "Get the fuck out. Now. I'm gonna pull away and watch you in the rear view mirror. You just stand there, all sticky. When I'm gone, you can lick yourself clean for all I care. But if I see you in the rear view mirror fixing yourself up before I'm gone, I swear I will put this van in reverse, grab you, and make yesterday's humiliation look like a day at the park. Got that, shithead?" I nodded.
He looked at me one last time, then spit in my face. "You make me sick. Now get your worthless ass out of my van!"
I got out and closed the door. He peeled away, making a great screeching sound of rubber on pavement, making sure to draw attention to me. I stood there, trying to angle my body away from passersby, and watched until the van was far out of sight. Then I wiped the cum and spit from my face and ran to catch my plane.