Specialising in Straight - A Side Story

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.

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Asher

‘I will be home late’ typed Asher on his cell phone and send it to his mum. He closed his locker and bent down to put his things in his backpack at his feet. Their team had won the semi-finals of the football match in the inter-school competition and they were going out to celebrate. Asher was a 17-year-old white jock. All of his friends except for John and Matt were below 18. Matt had told them that his brother was the bouncer in a club so he could get them all inside despite them being underage. The five of them, Matt, John, Dustin, Pip, and Asher regrouped at the entrance of the football field. Among the four, Pip was the only one who wasn’t on their football team. Pip was secretly gay but he was very good at hiding his sexuality from his friends because his friends were straight-up homophobes. There were times when he had difficulty hanging out with them especially when one of them would pass on remarks degrading the sex between two men. One day Matt had said, "There are so many gays out there. It's like people are just becoming gay to gain attention" to which Asher added, "Imagine rubbing two dicks on each other. So weird". And this scared Pip but he liked their company so he used to hang out with them, with no judgements from there.

They all got inside Matt’s car with Matt driving, Dustin in the passenger seat, and the other three at the back. The car stopped outside the disco club. Matt was the first one to walk towards it with the rest following him behind. 

‘Hey, George’ called out Matt to his brother. George turned towards them. He gestured for the boys to go inside. The five boys followed hurriedly, almost like running. Pip eyed George as he was going in. George raised his eyebrows and Pip smiled thinking how handsome he was.

One hour later the boys were pretty wasted and started dancing on the dance floor. While dancing, Asher's eyes landed on a man sitting at the bar. He was watching him. He did not think much of this and started dancing with his mind free. After some time, while casually looking ahead, he found the man still looking at him. He slowed his pace and eyed the stranger. The stranger raised a glass to his lips and kept looking at Asher over his glass while taking a sip. Asher stopped moving from anger and he called out to his friends. 

‘What?’ asked Matt.

‘that man over there is watching us?'

Matt turned to look over and just then he saw the stranger looking away.

‘Poor old man’ joked Matt. ‘He seems to be wanting your attention’

‘Fuck off’ said Asher and pushed him.

‘Ignore him. Let’s enjoy ourselves’ said Matt. Asher looked towards the man and he wasn’t looking at him anymore. He started to dance again. 

Ten minutes later, Asher went into the washroom. As he was closing his zip, he saw the stranger coming inside. Asher felt angry and watched as the stranger walked past him into the next urinal. He kept watching him for a while and then barked out

‘Are you following me?’

The stranger turned his head towards him but did not say anything.

Asher eyed the man in front of him. He thought the man didn’t look gay. Very tall with 6.3 ft or above. He didn’t even look like someone who would come to a club like this, all dressed up in a navy blue suit and pants with a turban on his head.

As the man did not say anything, Asher decided to leave.

‘I can’t wait’ came the voice behind him.

Asher turned in shock. “What did you just say?’

The man just smiled at him and walked past him. Asher called out behind him.

‘Fag. Paedophile’

He watched the man exit from there. He suddenly felt a little scared and ran towards the door, to his friends. His friends were still on the dance floor without a care of what was going on in the world. He thought about telling his friends but the last thing he wanted was a fight in the club. He looked over at the seat where the stranger was sitting and found him absent. Feeling relieved, he started to enjoy his time with friends.

Prince Ali Duran

Duran sent the photo he had taken at the club of the boys as his Uber drove him out of that locality. He knew it was a risk to go about hunting on his own but it worked last time so there he was again. He smiled and looked at the picture, the photo wasn’t that clear under the disco light but he knew, the porn studio will have no trouble finding them. Smiling, he laid back and closed his eyes trying to calm down the excitement that was building in his pants.

Not now, Ali. Wait until you get to your hotel room.

When he reached his room, he was too tired and a little bit drunk. He shut the door behind him. Threw his phone on the bed. Removed his turban, his shirt, and pants then fell on the bed, face down on the pillow, and dozed off.

In the morning, Duran woke up around 8 am. He checked his phone. There was a new e-mail from the porn studio. He opened it and found the details of all the five boys. He looked for the boy that had interested him, Asher Wilkis. Age 17. height 6 ft, skin-white, hair- short and red with curls. Duran felt his erection under the covers wondering what it would feel like to run his fingers through those red curls. How would it look like with sweat glistening on them from an intense lovemaking in his bed. He opened his laptop and after ten minutes of hiding his IP address using Torr and then another software to access the Underground Porn studio. He typed his ID and password. As he waited for the website to come to life, he wished there would be something new to watch. So far, there were five videos of Brody and only one of Craig, in which Duran himself had participated. Brody had become a very popular name in the underground porn world by then and he wondered why the studio was delaying more movies of Craig.

The site came to life and he saw a brand new video on the website. He wondered if it was another from Brody Henderson but the title read, Craig’s first Honeymoon. Feeling excited, he pressed the play button and was a little bit nostalgic to see Craig on the screen. He was tied to the bed with both his hands on the headrest and the legs to the two iron poles at the other end. He looked really cute with tears coming out of his eyes and falling from the side of his head and soaking the bedsheet. Then the hero of the movie enters, a huge black man wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist came inside the room. In the video, Craig raises his head to look at the man and screams, ‘Nooo. No. Please. Let me go.’

Duran places his laptop on the bed and makes himself comfortable. He was gonna enjoy this.

Bruno

Bruno was a police officer in his early thirties. He was looking for his friend who had gone missing a month ago. His heart was broken when he got a text from him saying he was moving out of the country. After many missed phone calls and texts, he rushed to his apartment. He was shocked to find that his friend’s apartment was completely wiped clean. It was like he hadn’t just moved out but wanted to destroy every trace of his existence from there. Sure he found this behaviour of his friend to be odd but everyone he questioned led to a dead end. His friend had submitted his resignation letter to the office via email. Even the police department closed the case once they had found a plane ticket under his name leaving the country. For a while, he wondered if he was the reason why he had left the country. The last time he had seen his friend was when he had confessed his feelings for him. He knew he had upset him and his friend did not reply to any of his messages for a week until he got the message from him saying that he was suddenly leaving the country. As Bruno was thinking over this, he opened his inbox and checked their last conversation on his phone. He kept reading the last two messages and tried to put himself on the other side and wondered how he was feeling when he typed them.

He recalled the time when he had met him for the first time. It was five years ago. Bruno was a novice as a policeman. Being a Mexican descendant and also a young recruit, the department had installed him on night duty in the most notorious area of the city. As he was getting back in his car with a packet of two burgers for dinner, his radio started to communicate. He rushed to his car, opened the door, and answered it.

‘This is Officer Bruno speaking’

‘There’s a small disturbance in the bar in your area. I am sending you the location’

‘Copied’ said Bruno into the radio and got in the driver's seat and headed towards that bar.

Upon reaching there, he found three black men, probably in their late twenties sitting near the entrance. They were held down by the bouncers. One of the bouncers explained, ‘These three started beating the guy. He is alright but in a rough shape’

‘Where is he?’ asked Bruno.

A bouncer led him and he followed. They walked into the staff room at the back and there Bruno saw him for the first time. He was sitting down on a stool with a handkerchief to his lips. He raised his head when Bruno came near him.

He was the most beautiful man Bruno had ever seen. He became speechless and after some awkward moment of staring, he squat down before him and raised his head to look up at the man. He reached for his hand and moved his hand holding the handkerchief slowly away from his lips.

‘What is your name?’ he asked.

‘Craig’ he replied.

Craig

For a month they had left him alone. He knew this day would come and he had mentally played what he would do many times in his head but now that his captors were making their move on him again, he found all his strategies unhelpful. He was stripped naked and tied to a bed with ropes made from red-colored nylon ropes. The more he tried to pull, the more it tightened around his hands and legs. He studied the knots and it looked as if it could be opened easily if he could just pull the right end. But his hands were tied on the other ends of the bed and with just one hand, his fingers could not pull them.

The door opened and a black man wearing a white towel walked in. Craig recalled the time he was beaten at the bar where the three black men had accused him of being a racist. He was not a racist but after getting beaten by the three black men, of which, one was his ex-girl friend’s boyfriend, he did not like black people. And seeing a massive black man with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his hip, Craig became hysterical. 

‘No. NOOO!! Let me GOOOO!’ he screamed.

The black man came near him and stood there with no expression on his face.

Craig pulled his hands and legs again to no avail. He looked at the man looking down at him and cried again, 

‘Don’t come near me. I will bite’

The black man moved his hands to his towel and it fell to the ground showing a semi-erect but huge cock in display for Craig to see. 

‘I will bite you. Do you hear me. I will not be raped again. I am sick of this game. LET ME GOOO!!’ he screamed.

The man moved and the bed creaked with his weight. He stood over Craig with one foot on either side of his hips and sat on his stomach.

Craig’s breathing became difficult with the weight on his stomach but he was more unnerved by the long cock resting on his stomach whose head was resting on his chest’s cleavage.

‘Look at me’ said the man in a very low voice.

‘Fuck you!’ said Craig.

The man grabbed his jaw with one hand and slapped Craig with another.

‘FUCKKK YOUUU!!!’ screamed Craig.

He tightened his grab and started slapping him on his other cheek repeatedly. The blow was not very strong but the man would not stop and kept slapping him again and again. Craig’s face went from anger to pain then to anger and lastly to fear. He started crying but the man did not stop slapping him. 

80th slap. A small red started to show in the upper lip.

81th slap. A drop of blood appeared.

90th slap, blood started to form. 

100th slap and he stopped. Released his grip on Craig. He was wailing by then. He cried like a five-year-old, his intensity of wail expressing his sorrow rather than his words.

The huge man did not give him much time and moved upwards. He caught a handful of his hair on his right fist and raised Craig’s head from the bed. He brought his semi-erect cock to his lips and he opened it. He pushed his dick inside the mouth of the crying man. He pulled out a little then pushed it back again. Craig’s face became distorted with how much his lips stretched to accommodate the big cock.

‘No teeth’ said the man assaulting his mouth in a low voice.

He tried to not let his teeth touch the cock in his mouth but he could not open his mouth anymore wider. So he opened his throat and the cock slid inside and brushed the sides of his inner wall. Craig could not breathe and he started beating his feet. The man pulled back his cock and made way for air to pass. He pushed back again giving a few seconds for him to breathe until his windpipe was lodged with a thick cock.

Seconds passed then minutes. One minute, two minutes, ten minutes. Craig never stopped choking and the man kept fucking his mouth and horrifyingly, his jaw opened even more than initially possible. Craig was disgusted with a black cock in his mouth and to add to his shame, he was forced to look up and made eye contact with the man raping his mouth. After twenty minutes, the man pulled out his cock. Craig breathe with relief and saw the cock covered with a lot of white slimy substance. He was not sure if it was precum or his saliva. The black man lay down on him and started kissing him in his mouth. It was the most disgusting kiss Craig had ever endured. Black people repulsed him. The man kissing him had big firm lips. Something which Craig always despised about them. Even the taste of his mouth was bad. But the man above him did not care and kissed him as dirtily as possible. His hands moved towards Craig’s nipples and started squeezing them, letting a moan come out from Craig. The black man liked to have Craig moan in his mouth so he squeezed his nipples harder.

‘Aaahhh’ cried Craig and moved his head to his side. ‘Please. Don’t do that. I have been doing everything you asked me’

The man moved put his mouth on one of the nipples and started sucking on it. Craig’s breathing became erratic. While still sucking, he moved his hand and picked on his other nipple. He bit on one and pulled the other one. Craig started to scream with a mixture of pain and tingling sensation. This nipple play session went on for another twenty minutes with the man going from one nipple to another then back again and back out. Craig was crying and beating his head on the mattress screaming ‘I can’t take this anymore’

Good for him, the teasing session was over. It was time for real action.

He laid on him again and started kissing him. He kissed him with his tongue going deep inside his mouth. With his two hands, he started to work on Craig’s bonds. He pulled one end on either side and both of his hands became free. He lifted his head and put his two fingers inside Craig’s mouth. He sucked them for a minute and then he removed them and kissed him again. His wet fingers went below to find his prized hole. After some time he found the entrance and started to push his middle finger. It went after some difficulty and he found the guy under him making noise in his mouth. He tried to push another finger but the saliva had dried. He brought his fingers again to Craig’s mouth. He hesitated to suck it knowing where they had been but being helpless, he did it. After five minutes, the man was easily pushing and pulling two fingers in his hole and the guy below him only started to half moan half whimper in defeat.

He got up, opened the knots on the guy’s legs, and walked over to get the lube. After applying plenty on his cock, he applied some on the guy’s hole and watched his expression. Craig had tightly shut his eyes. He pushed both of his legs towards his chest and placed his dick in the entrance. He pushed slowly but forcefully. The guy under him started to breathe faster. He pushed more and more and finally, the hole opened to accept his head. Craig was crying and begging at the same time to take it out. Craig knew it was pointless but he had to do something to cope with the pain from his hole getting stretched with the obscenely big cock. The man kept pushing his cock and to Craig it seemed, it would never stop. The cock was very long. Craig started to feel pain inside him. He wondered, the cock had reached somewhere it should not and started to freak out. 

‘You are killing me’ he shouted.

The man pulled out his cock slowly and this sensation of a cock pulling out made him squirm. The man suddenly pushed all of his cock in one go and Craig screamed. His screams would not stop and he screamed again and again until the man pushed his legs further down on his chest, bent down, and took his mouth in his.

His cries continued in his throat as his mouth got busy with the man’s.

They continued their love-making session in this position with Craig's ass up in the air. Craig was unable to take the mixture of pain, pleasure, and a burning sensation his hole was sending him. He tried to insert his hands between them but the black man above him had hugged him so tightly he couldn't push his hands between them and push off the man on top of him. The man broke the kiss and moved his mouth to find Craig's neck. He started biting him. Craig hold onto the back of the man's shoulders and tried to keep himself steady. It became too unbearable for him and whimpering with repeated plunging in of the cock in his hole, his fingers dug into the man's strong back to keep himself sane and this excited the man even more and his big hands held onto Craig’s ass and started giving deep and powerful strokes.

The room filled with the sound of bed squeaking, the sound of Craig's ass getting pounded with strokes after strokes and his muffled cries as his mechanism to take the fuck he was getting. The legs of the metal bed repeatedly lifted off the floor and the head rest kept hitting the concrete wall behind. It looked like the bed would break with the intensity of the squeaking it made but minutes after minutes passed and nothing changed, except for the size of his man-hole.

After leaving deep red marks on his neck, the man started licking the tears at the temples of Craig's face. The salty taste of tears excited him even more knowing that this man below him was loving his cock. He looked into the eyes of him and said, 'That's how a real man fucks. There's no pleasure without a little pain' 

Craig did not say anything except for the involuntary noise that were coming from inside his throat. The man looked at the beautiful face and into those beautiful blue eyes and he knew he just had to devour this man. He took his mouth in his again and fucked the man with his legs raised up in the air. He became close to his orgasm.  He caught the lower lip of Craig between his teeth and increased his speed. Craig started to whimper, mmmhhppp-mmhhppp and soon his insides were filled with thick hot juice. The man laid on top of him for some time then got up. As his cock slid out of him, Craig squirmed with the feeling of it rubbing the insides of his over sensitive hole. The man parted his legs and stretched Craig's ass cheeks to reveal the gaping cum filled hole to the camera. Craig's manhood right there, red and swollen with his husband's cum oozing out of it. He got down and started sucking it. He collected a mouthful of his cum and climbed on top of Craig. He kissed him and fed him his cum.  Craig swallowed them as fast as possible trying to keep his mind empty as it was more disgusting than he could have ever imagined. He let Craig swallow and clean his cock and fed him every last drop of his cum.

‘Get up’ said the man. 

He got up with little difficulty. The man made Craig kneel on the bed and face one of the cameras in the corner. He got behind him and said in his ear, ‘Cum for me’

Craig took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it. The man nibbled his ear. His one hand kept playing with one of Craig’s nipple, rubbing the tip with his index finer and another went into his slick asshole and fingered him. This went on for five minutes and Craig’s body started to shiver and he became close to his orgasm. The man behind him added a fourth finger in his slick hole and Craig came in his hand crying. He released the hold he was having on him and Craig’s body fell down on the bed with a thud. He got off the bed and told Craig to follow him and left the room. Craig got up slowly and stood on his feet on the ground. He tried to take a step and almost tripped. He tried again but he was unable to walk. Somehow, he gathered himself and walked funnily towards the door, opened it, and came outside. Two huge black men put a collar on his neck and took him to a different room a few metres away. They did not care if Craig was unable to walk properly and they kept on pulling the leash. The cameraman followed them behind and soon they entered a different room. Craig looked at the room and to his surprise there was no bed. Instead, there was a table at the centre of the room. Craig climbed on top of the table on all fours and his tormentors tied his leash attached to his collar in the table. As his hands were cuffed behind him, the cameraman finished setting up his equipment and was adjusting the frame for filming.

Craig tried to calm his mind, telling himself that his hole is already loose so he can take another fuck but little did he know the two men weren’t going to fuck him. Craig was there to get the first fisting of his homosexual life.