He seemed to rise in anger, his figure becoming daunting, this once withdrawn man, now a huge beast.
“So you think you’re a big man, fucking someone elses girl behind their back do you!?” He shouted, spit flying from his lips, he appeared to be almost frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal.
“I’ll show you what a big man is really like, you little fucking bitch” he roared as his back hand connected with my cheek.
The slap was intense, my vision faded in, out and then swirled, and my ears rang a high pitched whistling noise, it took me a minute to gather my bearings. The slap had knocked me for six, I ended up on the floor and rolled onto my hands and knees, trying to get back up, my brain and muscles seeming to miscommunicate. I could hear shouting, but it was muffled to me, I glanced over my shoulder with my vision gradually returning, Emma was still secured to the bedframe by her wrists and the silk scarf that was knotted around them. The pegs on her now bruised nipples squeezing harshly, and the plug in her ass which took so much effort to get in, now refused to exit. She looked panicked and was frantically pleading, it didn’t seem to be working, he approached her, grabbing something off the wooden bedside table, I didn’t know what it was until he moved away, the ball gag we had thrown to the side earlier, now lay strapped into her mouth, stretching it wide, tears and drool beginning to run off her chin.
He walked back to me, still on my hands and knees, I was completely naked, my limp cock and balls hung between my legs, having rescinded out of fear.
I was only 5 ft8″ and weighed about 70kg (154lbs). Marcus was 6 ft3″ and easily 110kg (242lbs), he worked in construction or demolition, something like that, I had met him once before, he was quiet and seemed almost shy, now… now he seemed like my worst nightmare.
I grabbed for a chair to help myself up, but Marcus kicked it away, it rolled on to its side a few feet away, his large boot shooting past my face, I began to crawl for it, I knew how vulnerable I was and I was scared I was about to lose my manhood. I looked over my shoulder again at Marcus and saw his large work boots slowly coming towards me as I tried to get away, his hands grasping his belt as he pulled it out of his loops. He held the buckle, and I knew what was coming. With a loud crack, he brought the black leather belt down on my white ass cheeks, the welt almost instantaneous along with the burning, I tried to shout or scream, but my breath was gone from my lungs, I still crawled.
“You pathetic little excuse for a man, what did she ever see in you?” Another crack of the belt and another welt on my ass.
“Look at you, crawling away, not even standing up for yourself, nothing but a little bitch, a bitch who needs to be taught a lesson” a third crack of the belt, this one splitting my cheeks and slapping against my asshole, I paused as a jolt was sent through my entire body, my stomach clenching hard trying to dull the pain being sent up my gut.
“And I guess I’ll be the one to teach you it.”
There was no crack this time, I had made it to the chair and grabbed for the legs of it to push my way up, pain shooting through my lower back and legs from the lashing just given. A boot hit me square in the back as I raised my torso, the breath knocked out of me once again. This time, I fell over the chair, my chest sprawled out across the legs of it, my ass sticking high in the air, I had never felt so vulnerable and I was genuinely petrified that the boot was going to come again, but this time between my legs. Instead, I heard a zip, I turned around and saw Marcus standing there with his cock in his hand, it was solid and looked to be throbbing, I was shocked, Emma also appeared shocked as I gave her a side glance, the reason we had even been in this predicament was because Marcus had trouble getting it up, or so I was told, and yet before me stood this brute of a man, with a solid 6 inch cock, with the thickness of a redbull can.
“There’s only one way to teach a little bitch their place, and that’s to put them in it”. A whimper was all that left my lips, he stood behind me, towering over me like a challenge he needed to conquer.
“Even try to move and this boot will be the last thing you seen, you get me?”. I didn’t move, not a nod nor a shake, frozen in fear.
Marcus stood behind me, bending his cock so it was angled away from his stomach, I could hear Emma, a muffled shout of something that sounded like stop but as I looked at her, she started to look away. She couldn’t make eye contact, and she couldn’t watch what was about to happen.
I felt a rough hand grip my hip, I span my head to look over my left shoulder. The smirk on Marcus’ face was obvious, instinctively, and without thought, I began to pull away, his right hand grasping the back of my neck wrapping 3/4 of the way around.
“Do not, fucking move” he hissed.
I heard him spit, I couldn’t see what was happening, but I felt it, a large amount of something warm and wet began trickling down my smooth crack. I had shaved and trimmed all the areas that Emma told me to, and today was supposed to be the first time she gave me a rim job, she had been obsessing over it for the past few weeks and I was hoping to finally get it, instead my smooth ass was about to be used for a different purpose.
“Fucking hell, not a single hair, why are you pretending you’re not a sissy when it’s so fucking obvious”. I went to retort but the hand holding my neck squeezed indicating that I should keep my mouth shut.
Another glob of spit landed straight on my asshole and for the first time in the past 5 minutes, I felt something other than fear and pain, but a slither of something that felt good. “A rim job would have been pretty good,” the thought flashed through my mind, but the pressure that I suddenly felt against my asshole brought me straight back to reality.
“Fuck this is going to be a tight squeeze” Another glob of spit landed on his cock head and ran onto my asshole, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you a bitch yet”.
He pushed and pushed, he released my neck but continued to hold my hip, pulling me back onto him whilst his other hand gripped his cock to ensure it stayed on target. I felt the tip begin to enter very slightly and the start of tiny thrusts, he was working the spit over his cock head using my stretching ring. The pressure was intense, and I could feel my asshole muscles being stretched, it felt like they were going to tear.
“Plea….. please….stop….I…..I’m sorry.” I whimpered between gasps, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt.
“You’re not sorry, you’re just hurting a little, you’ll be sorry when I’ve finished with you.”
The pressure eased, and another glob of spit landed on my asshole.
“Fu…..” was all I managed to get out, again my breath left me. He had let go of his cock, grabbed both sides of my hips and with all his might thrust his cock into me. At least 3 inches where shoved into my ass, I felt my ring pop over his cock head, it stretched and his spit ran around my ass hole in copious amounts. What came out of my mouth was like a gurgling noise, words not able to form, my hands gripping the chair legs tight, my knuckles white.
“Oh fuck, this has to be one of the tightest assholes I’ve ever been in” Marcus looked over at Emma, “if yours was this tight maybe I’d want to fuck you more”.
He drew back a little, his cock felt like it was dragging my insides out, then he thrust forward again, another inch deeper, I could hear him groaning. Again, he withdrew, his hands gripping tighter, and I could feel his nails digging into my skin. He thrust again and again, every time getting deeper, my ass hole felt like it was burning and tearing. He withdrew completely, and I felt the cool air against my bowels. A gasp from the bed told me that Emma had seen what had happened to my hole, I could feel it spasming, trying to close it’s self back up. Warm liquid again ran over my asshole and I knew he had spat into me one more time.
His cock again was placed at my entrance (exit) and with a loud grunt he pushed himself into me completely, a groan was all that I could summon as I felt his cock fill my guts. Throbbing radiated from deep inside me, heat spread throughout my bowels, his large heavy balls pushed against my taint. My poor asshole was spasming like mad, most likely the ring muscles having given up.
Marcus slowly began to withdraw, this alone was enough to warrant another groan from my lips, my mouth was now hung open, drool forming at the corner of my mouth.
“You ready, you sissy little twat” he asked, finally satisfied he could go no deeper. He didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled almost completely out and began to hammer my guts, turning my ass into his personal flesh light. For what felt like an hour his pelvis slammed into my ass, his balls slapping against me, my asshole completely loose, the mixture of spit and his precum being mixed inside me. He manoeuvred his way off his knees, his hands still gripping my hips, and moved himself into a crouch position, his full body weight now being used to pummel my ass.
This new position did something, I don’t know what or how, but a pressure began to build in my crotch, it felt like it was behind the base of my cock, it built up, and soon to my shock and dismay, blood began to course throughout my shaft. I had hoped Marcus wouldn’t notice, and I began to think of the situation I was in, the horror of it and the pain it had brought, anything that would make my cock soften however karma was once again against me. On a thrust into my bowels, a moan left my lips, it was quiet and weak, but it made him stop dead.
“What was that?” He asked in a gruff voice.
He peered round.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he began to laugh manically.
“You are a fucking little bitch, you sissy little fuck wit” he said whilst still laughing, “going to cum because of my cock in your ass are you?” ” you’ll never live it down if you do” he scorned.
“You’ll always remember the day that I turned you into a little fucking bitch and you fucking loved it”.
This revelation seemed to renew his energy, I thought maybe he would be disgusted with this discovery, instead it spurred him on. He seemed hell-bent on removing any chance of me ever feeling masculine again.
His pounding jarred my cock, it would slap against my stomach, his balls now hitting mine, this pressure at the base of my cock continued to build and my senses heightened. My knuckles had turned white as they gripped the chair legs, the more I tried to fight any pleasurable feelings the more I ended up focusing on his cock head reaching my core, I was sure I could feel each and every vein as it pushed against my walls, I could feel the pulsations whenever he stayed still for too long.
His fingers started digging more into my hips, his pace quickening, his breathe becoming laboured. I glanced over at Emma, her eyes now fixated on my ass, even as I looked at her she didn’t look away from her husbands cock destroying my asshole. If she had looked over she would of seen my eyes half open, my jaw hung slack and the occasional guttural moan leaving my throat.
Marcus began to groan, his thrusts becoming sharp stabs. Emma finally made eye contact with me, she had started rubbing her thighs together, she was trying to get off whilst watching her husband raping her side piece.
I felt him begin to swell, his cock stretching my previous virgin asshole slightly more, his pelvis smacking against my ass cheeks with such force it felt like each cheek was being spanked, I could feel his once swinging balls begin to bunch up and push in-between my ass cheeks, I knew what was about to happen but I didn’t know what it would result in.
He came hard, holding himself against my ass, I felt each pulse as his thick hot cum coated my insides, the short thrusts firing more and more, and then it hit me, with no warning, my cock started to jerk and started to shoot cum all over the floor, my asshole contracting and relaxing on his cock over and over, it felt like it was trying to pull it further in. His short thrusts only intensified the feeling as I came with nothing touching my cock, my balls felt the tightest they had ever been, the large pool of white cum building underneath me, I began to feel Marcus’ cum dripping out of my ass, down my taint and over my balls.
I let go of the chair legs and my body completely slumped, my orgasm faded yet I could feel how sensitive my cock now was. Marcus began to pull out and I was so relieved it was over, until he started thrusting again with full long strokes. I couldn’t say anything or even move as he sawed in and out of my once tight ring. For the next 10 minutes he plowed my asshole again, with as much force as he had shown the first time however now he was more sadistic, he would pull fully out, slap my ass hard and then ram his full length back in. My brain had become numb, only a moan escaped my lips when he reached the full depths of my bowels. Gradually my cock started hardening again however this time he reached round to grab it and squeezed it hard. The pain he thought he was inflicting was not there, the groaning that came from me was due to the sensitivity of my swollen cock head not his grip. His second orgasm was just as powerful as the first, the cum feeling even hotter and somehow shooting even deeper. His fingers most likely leaving bruises on my hips, his grip so tight. I most likely would of not came had it not been for Marcus gripping my cock shaft and pulling it back towards him, I believe he was trying to break my cock at that point but the pressure just meant I came over his thighs and as he pulled put in disgust it blasted onto his own shaft and balls.
“You dirty little bitch” he said mock disgust, “I know just how to get this cleaned up”. He left me there on the floor/chair and walked across the room. All I heard was “fucking he’ll, you’ve soaked the bed. You fucking little white, get the fuck up now, I’ve got a job for you”.