Brutal Fuck

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

I was home alone, my live-in boyfriend was out of town on a business trip. We had been together for almost a year and already our sex life was getting stale, for me that is. Although I was mostly a top, I did enjoy getting fucked on occasion. He, however, was a total bottom and refused not only to top me, but also refused to let me bottom for anyone else. So, since I hadn’t bottomed in over a year, I decided that I needed to get fucked and fucked well while he was away. He would never know and it was his own damn fault anyway.

I went online one night and started searching. Thankfully, I’d kept my various online profiles active, though I kept them secret from my boyfriend. I wanted a hyper masculine top, one who would totally ravage me and leave me sore and weak. The few tops I’d had were satisfying, but rather workaday; we both got off, but for me it was nothing extraordinary. I wanted someone who was seriously hardcore or at least that’s what I fantasized about. I was about to find out the truth behind the phrase, “Be careful what you wish for.”

After about an hour of searching and finding nothing, I was about to give up when I got a private message asking, “Hey man, you looking for some good dick?” Finally, I thought. I typed back, “Hell yeah man, unlock your profile for me.” He did and wow, I thought, this guy is fucking hot as hell. He was African-American, built like a linebacker, with a gorgeous muscular body; incredibly smooth, dark skin, hardly any body hair on him at all and best of all, no tattoos. He had a handsome, clean shaven face, hair cut close to his skull and a perfect set of gleaming white teeth shown in a beguiling smile in one of his pictures. His profile had several hot pics of him shirtless, but always wearing loose, baggy jeans and there were no pics of his cock either. If I was going to let this hottie fuck my ass, I needed to know what I was going to be dealing with.

I asked him why there were no pics of his cock on his profile and he said that he had a massive one and he didn’t want to scare people off. I laughed to myself and thought, yeah right dude. Still, he was gorgeous and had the air of macho bravado that I was looking for, so after he claimed that he could definitely give me the fuck I wanted, I decided to take a chance and got directions to his place. I hopped into the shower, cleaned my ass out real good and headed over. I found his apartment easily. He must have been looking out for me because he opened the door before I had a chance to knock. He kept himself behind the door as he let me in, then shut it, locked it and turned to face me.

And that’s when I saw what he meant about scaring people off. He was already naked and he had a ten inch cock that was as thick as a beer can or damned close to it. He was already semi-hard. My jaw literally dropped and I just stared at that monster dick, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. I managed to tear my eyes away from his cock to look him in the face. He had a confident, wise-ass grin as he looked down at his massive weapon, then back at me. “Didn’t believe me, did you?” he asked. Words failed me, so I just shook my head. I was stunned by the situation. Every inch of him was perfect. Muscular chest and arms, washboard abs, and dark, flawless skin. His legs were so solid and pumped; he could probably crush you between them. And that cock, damn! I wondered why he had invited me over. I was nothing to look at really; pale skin, plain face, not fat, but not much of a physique. Guys like him just didn’t….

“So you gonna come get this or what?” he barked, breaking me out of my stupor. I stopped staring at this cock and returned my gaze to his face, but I still did nothing, just stood there. “Can you speak?” he asked. I nodded, then finally found my voice. “Yes, yes, I can.” I answered. “Do you like what you see?” he asked. I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, yes, I love what I see.” He growled, “Then get the fuck over here and stop wasting my god damned time.”

I shuffled over to him, unsure where to start. “Kiss me,” he said. I moved closer, but not fast enough for him because he put his hand on the back of my head, pulled me forcefully to him and kissed me hard and rough. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and that was all it took for my hesitation to fall away and for my lust to engage. He kissed me like he wanted to devour me, passionate, demanding and forceful. He used his tongue like a weapon to make me submit to him. He broke the kiss and stared directly into my eyes. Up close his eyes had a cold stare that I hadn’t noticed before. He stepped back and ordered me to take off my clothes.

I was naked in under a minute. I was so filled with desire for this masculine god that I no longer felt self-conscious about my less than attractive body. “Touch me,” he said. I reached out and caressed his chest; it felt as hard as marble. I gently played with his nipples. I ran my hands over his abs as I once again stared at his cock. I was so enraptured by his monster dick, that I gave no thought to whether I could actually take it up my ass. I dropped to my knees, staring directly at his groin and breathing in its musky scent; it was intoxicating, that sweaty, manly smell. I had a better view of his balls now; they were the size of tennis balls. Jesus Christ, I thought, no wonder he wears baggy jeans; his huge junk wouldn’t fit comfortably in anything else. He told me to lick his balls and I eagerly complied. While I was licking his nuts, he slapped my face with his cock repeatedly, then started rubbing it all over my lips and mouth. He was teasing my mouth with his cock head and I couldn’t stand it anymore; I stuck out my tongue and started to lick around the head.

He pulled back, then hauled off and smacked my across the face, hard enough to knock me down. “What the hell man?” I asked. “Did I say you could lick it bitch?” he said. “Well, no” I said, “but I thought….” “You ain’t here to think, you’re here for me to use so I can get my nut; understand boy?” he snarled at me. I looked up and saw a menacing stare on his face. Oh fuck, I thought, this guy’s crazy and if I try to leave, what’s he going to do? Let him do what he wants and then get the hell out of here. “Yes, yes sir, I understand,” I said. “Get up,” he said. I got to my feet. “Go down that hallway, to the bedroom. Move bitch,” he ordered. We entered his bedroom. “On the bed, hands and knees, now,” he said. I did as he told me. I thought to myself, well you wanted to get fucked and now you’re about to get fucked. Yeah, I still wanted it, regardless of how abusive or crazy this man was.

He had the bottle of lube already on his night stand. He poured a generous amount on three of his fingers and without warning shoved them up my ass. I winced and gasped a little; it had been a long time since I’d had anything inside me and he wasn’t gentle at all. He poured more lube directly on my asshole and kept working it roughly until it was loose and dripping wet. He stopped prepping my hole and sensed he was lubing up that huge cock. I looked back at him to confirm, but he snapped at me, “Face forward motherfucker!” I faced the wall again. Come on man, I thought, fuck me. Fuck me now, fuck me hard, and fuck me rough. Then I’ll leave and never come back, you crazy bastard. In my eagerness, I totally underestimated my ability to take a cock the size of his. Huge mistake.

He started to shove the head in and the pain was immediate, causing me to cry out, “Ow, fuck man, that hurts, go easy please, I don’t think I can take it all at first, please man, I’m begging you, go slow man” Surprisingly, he relented and pulled his cock head back out, though I could still feel it resting against my hole. I relaxed a little. “Thanks man, it’s just that you’re so fucking huge and my hole is tight,” I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole again, “so I just need to get used to you….,” and then he shoved all ten inches into my asshole in one violent thrust. The pain was immediate and intense; my hole felt like it was tearing apart. I screamed and begged him to stop. “Please man, it hurts!!! Oh God man, please, you’re tearing me up, you’re gonna make me bleed!” He just laughed and said, “Take it, you white boy faggot. Ain’t this what you said you wanted?” “Yes,” I said, “but I didn’t know how big, I thought I could, oh man it hurts!!!”

He was fucking me like an animal now, hard and savage, like he was raping me. My asshole was on fire. I couldn’t believe how stretched out my hole was. He was pounding me, hurting me, enjoying that he was hurting me. I couldn’t feel the rest of my body. All of me was numb, except for my ass and the brutal pain I felt there. He made me feel every inch, pulling his cock out until just the head was in me, then slamming it back in, over and over. I couldn’t get away. He managed to hold me in an iron grip while he mercilessly raped my hole. I started to cry; I had wanted to get fucked, not raped and humiliated. As he fucked me, he kept calling me a faggot, a white boy slut, a whore. My face was wet with tears and I started sobbing openly. “Are you crying, you little faggot?” he asked. I didn’t answer. He smacked the back of my head and asked me again, “Are you crying you little bitch?” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said. The bastard was enjoying my pain, my humiliation.

I don’t remember how long it went on. He was loving it though; every moan and grunt of satisfaction told me that he loved fucking and abusing my hole. The pain never stopped; it went from my burning, stretched hole to a dull, but harsh pain deep in my rectum. Sometimes he would stop and pull out just long enough for my hole to relax a little, then he would shove his entire cock back in, making the pain start all over again. You wanted this, I said to myself, you wanted this. That monster cock raping your asshole, that’s what you wanted, you deserve this. His thrusting was relentless, all I could feel was his cock and the pain it caused; fucking me, pounding me, raping me.

Dulled as I was, I felt a change in his fucking; it was harder and faster now, rapid and vicious. Oh God, please cum in me and let me go, I thought. He must have read my thoughts because I heard him say, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m ‘bout to cum in your asshole faggot. You want it bitch?” I said nothing. He slapped my ass hard. “Do you want my cum in your faggot pussy?” “Yes,” I managed to croak. “Beg for it bitch,” he said. “Please sir,” I said. “Please what boy?” he asked. “Please give me your cum sir; I want your cum in my pussy sir, please!” I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was grinning, “Yeah boy, gonna cum in your ass. Aw fuck, here it comes faggot. Yeah, take my load bitch,” and he shot a huge load of cum in me. Despite the pain, I felt it splash my insides, warm, almost hot, filling me up, sullying my hole, delivering the final humiliation.

He pulled out and I collapsed so that I was lying flat on his bed. “Bitch, what the fuck you think you’re doing? I’m done with your ass, get the fuck off my bed!” he shouted at me. He wrapped his muscular arm around my neck and dragged me off the bed and dropped me on the floor. “Go get your shit and get out!” I struggled to get to my feet, then stumbled back out to his living room where my clothes and shoes were. I started to pick up my clothes, but he wanted me gone immediately. I had just managed to pull my jeans on, when he grabbed me and shoved me out the door, threw my clothes and shoes after me and shut the door behind me. I heard the deadbolt click as he locked me out.

Thankfully it was nighttime and there was nobody around to see a half-naked man struggling to get dressed on the sidewalk outside his apartment building. I was still in pain, still in a daze. I had forgotten to put my underwear on before putting on my jeans and I managed to put my shirt on backwards. I couldn’t find my socks, so I just slipped my shoes on and walked/stumbled to my pickup truck. I got in the cab and sat there, not driving away, but just trying to get myself together. I was upset, I was exhausted, my ass was sore as hell. Looking around the neighborhood to make sure no one was around, I pulled my jeans back down a little and reached down to touch and gently finger my hole, to see if it was really damaged. And then I realized my cock was actually semi-hard. Had I been aroused the entire time? Had I actually enjoyed what that fucker did to me? Impossible. But my cock said otherwise and as I continued to finger my hole, his cum load spurted out of my ass and onto my hand. It was a lot. I felt my cock get even harder. I slathered his cum on my now fully hard cock and then fingered my ass again, despite the pain; was there more cum in me? You sick fuck, I said to myself, what’s wrong with you? I put more of his cum on my cock and then started stoking myself right there in my truck. Was I sick? Yeah, but I needed to cum. I had been fucked, raped and I needed to cum. Fuck my cock was so hard. I jerked my dick like mad, oblivious to the well-lit neighborhood around me.

I pulled my jeans down even more and reclined my seat a little so I could be more comfortable and kept stroking. Yeah, fuck yeah, I thought, maybe next time it will be easier. If I don’t cum, it was all for nothing. My dick was so hard it hurt and I spit on it for more lubrication and soon I felt my orgasm building and I couldn’t hold it, didn’t want to hold it and I shot a gusher of cum all over my steering wheel, my dashboard, my hands. I kept stroking because my dick was still hard and I wanted every drop of cum out of me, every bit of pleasure I could get out of this. My cock gradually softened and I sat back in my seat and caught my breath. I licked the cum off my hands, then leaned forward and licked my steering wheel clean as well. Finally, I was more or less myself again and I started my truck and drove home.

Two days later my boyfriend came home. I met him at the door and hugged and kissed him. He said he missed me and asked what I did while he was away. Nothing much really, I said. I paused, then asked, “So when’s your next trip?”