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I didn't sleep soundly through the night as I was constantly roused from my dreams by Ben. Sometimes his snores and grunts would yank me from a dream while other times I awoke short of breath from his crushing dead weight lying atop me. Each time I shifted in an attempt to breathe, the stubble lining his jaw would scrape across my neck and back like sandpaper. He used his weight to keep me from rolling over or escaping, ensuring his cock stayed firmly implanted inside me while he slept.
My entire body felt sore and exhausted. Each inhaled breath was met with a burning in my throat. Cramps were beginning to develop in my arms, and my legs were tingling with numbness as they were held immobile under the thick and weighty thighs of the man on top of me. The room had been comfortable when I was dragged into it a few hours before, but it now felt sweltering as I was roasted between Ben's agonizingly hot body and the damp cotton sheets. And above all that, my savagely abused ass, still impaled on Ben's now flaccid girth, ached and throbbed as it tried to recover from its violation.
When morning came and I awoke for the final time, I immediately recognized something was different. I was still sore and damp, but the pain in my ass had intensified. It took me little time to realize that Ben's cock had swelled again, restretching my ring around its engorged circumference.
Trying to roll out from underneath Ben, I shifted my weight to the side. As I did, Ben stirred and grunted. I stopped, not wanting to wake him so early, but I knew it was too late when I heard his gruff voice.
"Trying to get away?"
"No, just trying to breathe," I replied. A chuckle rumbled from Ben's chest.
"Sorry `bout that," he said, starting to roll to his side. Before he was off my back, he stopped. "Shit, my cock's already hard."
"No shit, I can tell," I said, trying to scoot out from underneath him.
"Hey, hey, hey. Where you going so fast?" Ben asked. "We can't let this go to waste."
"Let me get out from under you first."
"Oh, you want to go for a ride this time?" he said, wrapping his arms around me. When he had me in a tight bear hug, he rolled, taking me with him. The sheet tried to come too, glued to my torso and legs by two loads of dried cum; however, it peeled away as Ben fell on his back.
I laid there for a second, enjoying the cool and empty air and savoring the chance to finally take a full breath. Ben's cock hadn't left my ass during the maneuver, and his arms were now moving his hands across my body. His left went to my chest, where it pinched and twisted each nipple, teasing them to erectness. His right slid down my torso to my crotch, where it rubbed my cock and thighs.
I moaned as my dick came to life in his hand. "That feels great. Keep going," I said, as he began to kiss my neck and shoulders.
"Why don't you turn around? I want to see your face," Ben said into my ear. "But don't you dare let my cock out of that ass."
I thought for a moment about how to go about this. Ben's hands crept down around the sides of my body and began to push on my back. I lifted myself until I was almost sitting upright. The cock in my ass shifted as my weight drove me deeper onto it. I swung my legs around and twisted, pivoting myself on Ben's dick until I was straddling his waist and looking down at his smirking face.
"Wow, good job," he grinned. "Didn't actually think you'd be able to do it."
"I'm full of surprises," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Oh ya?" he said, before raising his hips. I gripped his sides as he raised me in the air, forcing his cock to slide a little deeper. "So am I."
When he lowered his hips, he sat up, bringing his face to mine. I looked at his face, now shadowed in bristly hairs and shining from old sweat. His bright, keen eyes were focused on mine and I watched myself in them as we brought ourselves together, stopping only when they closed as we began to kiss.
"I think I'll let you do the work on this one," Ben said as we broke apart. He dropped back onto the bed and put his hands behind his head.
"You lazy fucker," I teased.
"Lazy!? I've been doing all the work for the past two days," he said.
"Really? You should try taking a cock like this in your ass, it's not easy."
He snorted. "Can't argue with that, I guess."
I raised myself a little, trying to get the feel of how to do this. My ass, while still stretched and painful, slid over his cock easily. I could feel the wetness inside churn as I sat back down, letting Ben's cock find its way through my gut.
My cock was pressed against my abdomen and my balls were resting in the hair above Ben's prick. I slid my hand up and through the fuzz covering his stomach, feeling the ridges of the muscles beneath. I leaned forward, pulling my ass with me and letting Ben's cock slide around inside me. When I felt the ridge of his cockhead at my opening, Ben raised his legs and thrust his cock back inside me.
"Hey, I thought you were gonna relax?" I asked in surprise at the sudden stab.
"I thought you were gonna pull off," he replied.
"Don't worry, I got this," I said.
I ground my hips down on his crotch, letting his cock rub inside me. Leaning forward again, I pulled my waist a few inches up Ben's torso while clenching my ass. Ben let out a low sigh as I slid up his length, my ass still gripping him. When I reached the head again, I rolled my hips back, letting him sink fully into me.
As I settled into a slow rhythm milking his cock, I continued to explore Ben's body with my hands. I let them glide to his meaty pecs and knead the furry muscles; his nipples were already erect as my fingers found them amongst the hair. I slid my hands around his ribcage and leaned forward, arching my back as I brought my mouth to the rough pink skin of his left nipple. I bit softly on the rubbery flesh, causing Ben to inhale sharply through his clenched teeth. I let my head ride his broad chest as it raised, keeping the teat clamped in my mouth.
"Easy on my nip, champ," Ben said as I gently gnawed. I turned my head upward slightly and looked at him. His eyes were still closed and a faint smile still played at his lips.
I brought my attention back to his chest as I released his nipple. I ran my tongue over it a few times and then began to make my way to the other. The rough hair left a salty taste on my tongue as I slid over his sternum. When I reached his other nipple, I took it into my mouth, sucking and nibbling at it and enticing from Ben's chest a low rumble of pleasure.
My hips had been slowly working over Ben's cock during this time. His shaft was sliding in now more easily than ever, coated in a slick layer of our fluids. I felt Ben's hands move to my ass, massaging them as they continued rolling on his crotch.
Suddenly, Ben thrust his hips upward as my ass was starting to move down his cock. The unexpected thrust sent a sharp jolt through me and I raised myself off of Ben's chest, gasping at the pain.
"Fuck, what the hell?" I said.
"I gotta finish this, you're going to slow," Ben said. He kept his hands on my ass as he thrust again, sending another shock through me.
After a few more jolts, I leaned forward and lay on his chest; from this angle, his cock slid more easily and more deeply inside me. Ben pried my cheeks apart as he continued fucking. I wrapped my arms as far as I could underneath him and held on as he pounded away at my hole. The pain had already subsided and I could feel his cock slamming my prostate repeatedly, causing my dick to throb and twitch between us.
"Oh, oh, oh," I repeated, feeling Ben's cock pushing me closer to the edge.
His nuts, now covered in the slime leaking from my ass and down his cock, were making a wet slapping noise every time he buried himself inside. Ben's chest was rising and falling faster than before as I buried my head into his fur. I felt my balls begin to tingle as their sac tightened and my hands clenched at the flesh on Ben's back. My muscles tensed as I groaned into his chest, feeling my dick swell and erupt, releasing my load in quick spurts between our bodies.
"Oh fuck, ya, here it comes," Ben said as he lifted his crotch off the bed. I held on as he unloaded inside me, his engorged cock dumping its seed in my gut. I groaned again at the feeling of warmth spreading inside me. Ben pulled my hips down as hard as he could, breeding me as deeply as his cock could reach. I let myself relax and simply rode him as he continued to empty himself inside me.
Ben lowered himself to the mattress again and gave a few more thrusts as he pumped out the rest of his load. I lifted my head and rested my chin on his chest so I could look up at his face. He looked like he could be asleep; his eyes were closed and his mouth was agape, a blank expression was painted on his face. I clenched my ass around his ultrasensitive cock and smiled when he raised his head slightly and gasped.
"Damn, your ass is still tight," he said without opening his eyes. "Thought it'd be broke in after last night."
"Feels like it might be now," I said.
I brought my arms out from underneath him and used them to push myself up. When I was in a sitting position, I looked down at the mess below. My load had coated a good portion of our lower torsos and a small white glob had pooled in Ben's navel.
I slowly lifted myself from Ben's crotch, sliding forward as I did so. I felt Ben's bloated meat slip through me until his cockhead reached my exit. I paused, and then carefully pulled forward a little more until I felt his cock pop from my ass and fall against his thigh. Immediately, a gush of heat flowed from my hole; I continued moving up Ben's body until I could swing a leg around roll off of him.
I lay on my back for a moment, letting myself catch my breath. My asshole twinged and prickled as it tried to close. The loads Ben had left in my ass were now making their way out freely, oozing past my ravaged ring and down my ass to pool on the sheets. I closed my eyes and savored the filthiness and lust I was experiencing after being used and bred by such a stud. As the feelings waned, I finally rolled onto my side and put my head on Ben's chest.
My ass had left a trail across his stomach to his crotch. His cock was lying heavily on his thigh, still fat and wet from our fucking. I reached a hand down and grasped his manhood; my fist slid easily over the slick shaft. His cock stiffened momentarily in my hand and a bead of semen emerged from the slit.
I brought my head down to his crotch, which was covered in the remnants of sex. The hot and humid aroma rose in waves and the smell of his sweat and semen intensified as I lowered my face to the base of his cock. When my tongue touched his shaft, its rank taste hit me instantly and caused my mind to reel. I eagerly ran my mouth up the length of his cock until I reached the oozing, swollen head, where my tongue lapped at the fluid still leaking out. I continued cleaning his cock until it was completely flaccid, covered in only a sheen of my spit.
"Fuck, you clean cock up good." Ben said when I'd finished. "You like tasting what I did to you? My cock taste good after I've fucked you?"
"Oh, fuck yes." I said, as my head rested on his chest again.
Ben ran his hand through my hair absent-mindedly as he said, "You gotta go to work today?"
"Ya. I should probably get up," I said, looking over at the clock. "I have to be there at 9:30."
"Hey, you stay here for a little while. I'll make breakfast," Ben said. "Your ass isn't gonna be in any fit state to move for awhile."
"Thanks," I said, kissing his chest.
"Least I could do, I would think," he said.
He pushed my head off his chest and rolled to the side of the bed. I slid myself back until my head was propped up on a pillow and watched as he rose from the bed. I gazed at him as he made his way out of the room, awed at the sight of the man who'd totally dominated me the past few days, who'd bred me four times now, and who'd utterly claimed my ass for his.
I stayed in Ben's bed as I listened to him take a piss in the bathroom. Then I heard him flush and run the sink for a minute, probably washing away the remnants of our fucking. All the while, my ass continued to leak as it tried to reclose. I didn't want to think of what it would be like for the rest of the day.
After a few minutes of dozing, the smell of bacon wafted into the room. I sat up and brought myself to the edge of the bed. When I stood, I winced; muscles over my entire body were achy and sore. I took a small step and gasped as my ass stung and let a small glob of Ben's load escaped. I took another step and clenched my jaw at the pain.
I reached an arm around my back and let my fingers probe the tender area, assessing the damage that had been done. The entire area around my asshole was wet and raw. When my fingertips brushed across my still irritated and sensitive ring, it spasmed and stung. I pushed a finger into the hole and felt around. My walls were scorching, inflamed and swollen after being battered so thoroughly the past few hours. My fingers were quickly coated in the slickness accumulating at my opening and, after a few more moments of checking my ass, I carefully removed them.
I hesitated before I looked at my hand, not sure if I wanted to know if there was any major damage. After steeling myself for a second, I glanced at my hand. My fingers were shiny and wet, but there was only a small streak of blood, which was much better than I had feared. Knowing that my ass hadn't truly been ripped apart by Ben's cock, I walked a little more confidently to the kitchen, ignoring the pain emanating from my hole.
When I walked into the kitchen, Ben was in front of the stove, poking at some eggs in a skillet with a spatula. I walked over to my clothes that were still lying against the wall. I slid on the underwear that I plucked from within the pile and then sat down at the table.
"Almost done?" I asked, watching Ben slide the eggs onto a plate.
"Hot off the skillet," he said, walking the plate over to me. "Eggs and bacon okay?"
"Oh god yes," I said. I was famished after the previous night and began eating as soon as the plate hit the table. Ben continued moving around the kitchen, bringing me some orange juice and coffee. I shoveled away the food as quickly as I could. I downed the juice and the coffee and then jumped up and hurried down the hall to the bathroom.
I quickly took a shower, washing away the grime of sweat and sex that coated my body. I briefly paused while washing my ass crack to wonder whether I should try to empty Ben's loads from my ass, but after a few moments, my dirtier side won out and I decided to leave myself filled.
It only took me ten minutes to finish getting ready. I quickly slipped into my shoes and grabbed my phone from the living room. I stuck my head in to the kitchen and saw that Ben was now doing the dishes. I walked over to him and he turned.
"I'm going," I said. Then I reached out and gave his cock a tug. "I'll be thinking about this all day."
"It'll be waitin," he said. We kissed quickly and then I turned and headed for the door. I went out and got in my car and then headed for work, smiling the entire way.
Things that would normally worry me didn't seem important this morning. So what if my outfit was from the day before and all wrinkled? So what if my hair wasn't groomed and my face was unshaven? So what if I was 20 minutes late? I just had the fuck of my life and the proof was still swimming in my ass. And I had more to look forward to tonight.
That day, I got a few looks and comments at work about my appearance, but I barely noticed any of it. Again my cock was rock hard throughout the day. Twice I had to slip off to the restroom to clean up the mess coming out of my ass, and on the second trip, I couldn't resist the urge to jack off.
I sat there in the stall, letting my ass open on the toilet as I stroked my dick. Every wad of cum that fell from my hole made my cock twitch and pushed me closer to the edge. I held my eyes closed and thought of Ben. His massive, solid body built to overpower and control. His thick cock standing erect in front of him, ready to brutalize an ass, willing or not. His huge nuts hanging heavy with a load between his legs, ready to breed. And that smirk. That fucking smirk that said he knew what he wanted and was willing to get it whenever and however. He was pure, virile masculinity, designed to dominate and fuck.
My head began to swim as I approached the edge. I recalled Ben's cock in my mouth, the taste of his cum. I remembered how it felt to be held down and fucked, completely under his control. The pain and pleasure flashed through my mind as my dick swelled in my hand. I saw Ben's face as the first spurt of cum shot forth. I felt my ass spasming and leaking as my cock continued to erupt, blasting my shirt with huge streaks of cum. My orgasm continued to wrack my body as I twitched and jerked on the toilet. When it was over, I simply sat there with my eyes closed, wishing I could just fall asleep.
Eventually my senses began to return to me and I opened my eyes. My cock and hand were coated in cum and my shirt was plastered. I quickly grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began wiping furiously at the fabric, but it was already soaking in. I abandoned cleaning my shirt and focused on the rest of me. I wiped my hand and cock clean and then cleaned my ass the best I could. Then I stood and flushed the mess down the toilet. I pulled up my pants and tucked myself in and buttoned them. I exited the stall and washed my hands and then headed for the door, acutely aware of the stench of sex I had left behind.
The rest of my workday was relatively uneventful. I threw on a jacket I kept in my cubicle so I could hide the stains on my shirt. When it was time to go, I hurriedly went to my car and drove to my apartment. I spent an hour taking care of a few things and then packed a bag with some stuff for the night. On my way down to my car, I called Ben.
"Hello," Ben said.
"Hey, I'm on my way over. Just needed to pick up some clothes and stuff. How's your day?"
"Good, and I think it's gonna get better soon."
"No shit," I chuckled. "I'll be there soon."
"Alright, I'll be waiting."
I ended the call and smiled as I got into the car, and continued smiling the entire way there.
Sorry it took longer to get this part out and that it isn't as long. I'm running out of things for them to do! Thanks for all the comments! I'm pretty sure I've replied to all of them so far, but if I haven't, let me know. And please, continue to send comments, suggestions, criticisms, whatever; it's what makes writing worthwhile. -davidkmacguire@gmail.com