Brutality

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence 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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I was home alone; my live-in boyfriend was out of town on a business trip. It was Wednesday and he had been gone since Monday and wouldn’t be back until Friday. I was horny as fuck like always and jacking off every day just wasn’t cutting it anymore. He and I had been together for more than 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, though a damned good one when he was in the mood, which was becoming less and less often. To make matters worse, he not only refused to top me, but also refused to let me give my hole to anyone else. I appreciated the fact that he wanted us to be monogamous, but damn it, even tops need a good cock up their ass on occasion. 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 as soon as I got home from work and started searching Grindr, Adam4Adam and BarebackRT. Fortunately, 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 exhausted and weak.  Someone who was rough looking, muscular and had a huge cock. The few tops I’d had in the past were satisfying, but rather workaday; we both got off, but for me it was nothing extraordinary. I wanted someone who was seriously hardcore and would give me a good, rough fucking 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 almost an hour of searching and finding nothing, I was about to give up and go back to using my faithful left hand when I got a private message on BBRT 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, 42 years old and 6’1” tall according to his profile, built like a linebacker, with a gorgeous muscular and powerful looking 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 his mouth had a tough set to it that exuded an air of menace. 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 masculine stud 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 told him yes, I definitely wanted him to fuck me. He asked if I was a good cocksucker and I said fuck yeah, so he gave me directions to his apartment, which turned out to be no more than ten minutes from mine. I hopped into the shower, cleaned my ass out really 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 thicker than anything I had ever seen or touched before. How is all that going to fit up my ass? I wondered. He was already semi-erect and was using both hands to stroke it to full hardness.  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.  His online pictures hadn’t done him justice. 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; just an ordinary blonde, white guy in my late twenties, pale skin, plain face, a slim physique, but not very much muscle.  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 his 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 sir, 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. Up close his eyes had a cold stare that I hadn’t noticed before.  He gave me an appraising up and down glance, then said with a growl, “Bitch take off your clothes, what the fuck are you waiting for?” I rapidly stripped down and 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, “you know you want to.”  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 heard him chuckle and say, “Yeah boy, you want that piece of black meat, don’t you?” I looked back at his face and nodded yes. He grabbed me by the throat with one massive powerful hand and said, “Then get down on your god damned knees before I break your fucking neck.” I obeyed instantly, both scared and excited by his aggressiveness, wondering if he was going to get violent with me. Wondering if that’s what I really wanted now. I found myself staring directly at his groin and breathing in the musky scent emanating from his thick, tangled pubic hair; it was intoxicating, that sweaty, manly smell. Up close his cock seemed even more massive and I had a better view of his balls now; they were enormous. One of them alone would be a mouthful. Jesus Christ, I thought, no wonder he wears baggy jeans; his huge junk wouldn’t fit comfortably in anything else. I could almost sense the cum churning in his nuts.

 “How about you start by sucking my balls boy?” he said and I eagerly complied, burying my face in his hairy scrotum, inhaling his wonderfully pungent, masculine scent, taking his left nut into my mouth, working it with my tongue, loving the taste of it and reveling in the fact that I was on my knees servicing this powerful, sexy man and being a total slut. I switched to his right nut, giving it the same treatment, hearing him moan with pleasure, saying, “Yeah boy, that feels good, keep sucking them nuts, aw fuck yeah!” I looked up and saw that his cock was rock hard now, jutting upward and standing tall and proud. He spat in his hand and started stroking his manhood while I continued to give his balls the oral therapy they deserved. “Fuck yeah, that’s it boy, now start sucking this dick.” I repositioned myself so that his cock was right in my face and I stared at it with some trepidation. I mean damn, I wanted a big cock, but I wasn’t sure how much of this I could fit in my mouth. I felt a sudden stinging pain as he smacked me hard on the side of the head. “Suck it bitch!” he said with a snarl to his voice. I was seriously frightened now. He was violent and horny, not a combination I was used to dealing with. I opened my mouth and took as much of his cock in as I could.

Which wasn’t much. I got the head and few inches in my mouth and started sucking and using my tongue, but it wasn’t easy because he was so damned thick. He glared down at me and said, “Suck it all boy, every fucking inch.” He forced his cock farther into my mouth, hitting my throat and causing me to gag and choke. He throat fucked me for several minutes, grunting with pleasure as he did so, and I tried like hell to take it, but he was shoving it in so hard, I thought he was going to asphyxiate me. I was scared that he would hit me again, but I was having trouble breathing with that monster cock pummeling my throat, so I pulled back, took my mouth off his dick and just sat there gasping for air and trying desperately to catch my breath. I looked up and saw a menacing stare on his face. “What the fuck’s the matter with you boy?” he said, “I thought you told me you could suck dick?” “I’m sorry man,” I said, “but it’s so fucking big.”  He glared down at me, his fists clenched and said, “If I wasn’t so fucking horny, I’d beat the shit out of you boy.” Oh fuck, I thought, this guy really is crazy and if I try to leave, what’s he going to do? He could break me in half if he wanted to and if I tried to run, I wouldn’t make it halfway to the front door before he caught me. I still wanted to get fucked though, but I was terrified of him now. He reached down with his powerfully muscled arms and hauled me to my feet. He pointed to a hallway leading off the living room. “Head that way,” he ordered, “to the bedroom at the end.” I obeyed, but not fast enough because he smacked me hard on the ass and said, “Move bitch!” I entered his bedroom, which only had a dresser, nightstand and a king-sized bed up against the far wall. “On the bed, hands and knees, now,” he said. I did as he told me, facing the headboard and wall. I thought to myself, well now you’re about to get fucked, hardcore like you wanted. And yeah, I still wanted it, regardless of how abusive or crazy this man was.

He had the bottle of lube already on his nightstand.  He poured a generous amount on three of his fingers and without warning shoved them directly 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 I heard him lubing up that huge cock. I looked back at him to confirm, and he was indeed getting his dick ready as he stared at my hole, whispering, “God damn, that’s a pretty white ass.” I faced the wall again and took a few deep breaths to try and relax. I was trembling with fear, but I wanted to get fucked so badly that I was willing to do anything he said.  Just relax, I told myself, you can do this. In my eagerness, I totally underestimated my ability to take a cock the size of his.  Huge mistake.

I felt the head of his cock pressing up against my hole and I realized that I was going to feel pain no matter how hard I tried to relax. He started to enter me and I felt an immediate, slight pain as he worked his way in.  “Oh fuck man, go easy please,” I said, “it’s been a while.” He ignored me and increased the pressure until I felt the head punch through my tight hole, causing an even sharper pain than before. “God damn man,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “please don’t hurt me, go slow at first, I’m begging you.” He actually held off for a second and I relaxed a little, saying, “Thanks man, it’s just that you’re so fucking huge and my hole is tight, just let me 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 cried as I felt my tender flesh give way to his merciless assault.  “Please man, it hurts!!!  Oh God man, please stop,” I begged, “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 fucking hurts!!!” He laughed and said, “Yeah bitch, I’m gonna tear your sweet ass up,” as he started to violently pound my hole with his gargantuan cock

He was fucking me like an animal, hard and savage, like he was raping me.  My asshole was on fire.  I couldn’t believe how stretched out my hole was, how savagely he was able to force his entire length and girth inside me. He was pounding me viciously, 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 even if I had wanted to because he was holding me in an iron grip with one arm while he mercilessly raped my hole. I started to cry; I had wanted to get fucked hard, not raped and humiliated. As he tore into me with his massive rod, 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 thumped my hard on the back of my head and asked me again, “Are you crying you little bitch?”  I was sniffling and I nodded and said, “Yes,” in a pathetic, trembling voice.  “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “my big dick makes all you white boy sissies cry like punks.” The bastard was enjoying my pain, my humiliation. 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 inside me. 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 thought to myself, this monster cock destroying your asshole, that’s what you wanted, you’re a slut, you deserve what he’s doing to you.  His thrusting was relentless, all I could feel was his cock and the pain it caused; fucking me, pounding me, raping me.

He pulled out suddenly and I felt his powerful arms around my midsection as he flipped me over on my back in one swift, aggressive motion. He forced my legs open as far as they would go, making my hip joints crack and pop, then shoved his cock back into me and started fucking me missionary style, his powerful hips driving his massive tool even deeper into me. His hard, cruel face now staring into my own, he said, “Yeah, you’re my bitch now, ain’t you boy?” I said nothing because I was still sobbing and whimpering. He smacked me across the face hard twice in rapid succession. “Answer me boy,” he said. “Yes.” I said in a voice slightly above a whisper. He smacked me again even harder and said, “Yes what boy?” “Yes sir,” I managed to barely gasp, “I’m your bitch sir. I’m a faggot, a whore a slut. Oh God sir, it hurts so fucking bad!” He spat in my face and said, “Bitch please, you love it, just like every other white boy I’ve fucked.” He looked down towards my cock and said, “Yeah boy, looks like you’re definitely enjoying this.” I was dimly aware that my dick was hard, but the sensation was overwhelmed by the pain that his massive cock was causing as it tore up my asshole with his relentless pounding.

I felt a gradual change in his fucking as he mercilessly raped my hole; 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 face hard.  “I asked you a fucking question,” he said, “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 faggot pussy sir, please!” His face took on an expression of pure malevolent delight as he said, “Yeah boy, gonna cum in your ass. Aw fuck yeah, here it comes faggot.  Yeah, take my load bitch, take my fucking load. Aw fuck yeahhhh!!!” and he grunted, groaned and snarled as 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 continued to shove that huge cock inside my ass, each violent thrust pumping more of his hot, thick semen into my slut hole. He pounded me over and over, filling me up with his cum; I thought it would never end. Finally he slowed, then stopped as the last of his load left his cock and his erection weakened.

He pulled out and my entire body went limp with exhaustion so that I was lying flat on his bed.  “Bitch, what the fuck you think you’re doing?” he shouted at me, “I’m done with your ass, get the fuck off my bed!” He wrapped his muscular arm around my neck and dragged me off the bed and dropped me on the floor. “Move!” he said, kicking me hard with his bare feet. “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 front 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 the apartment building.  I was still in pain, still in a daze and barely able to function. 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 or rather 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 exhausted, I was drained and my ass was sore as hell.  A voice inside my head said, well bitch, you wanted it rough and you got it rough. 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 how badly he had hurt me. It was gaping and his seed was oozing out of me, onto my hand and the vinyl seat, but it didn’t seem to be bleeding. I started thinking about how viciously he had fucked and abused me, the degrading names he had called me, the feel of his monster cock tearing up my asshole. I felt myself getting hard and without even thinking, I scooped up the cum from my ass and slathered it on my dick. It was still warm, so I fingered my hole again, carefully because it still hurt like hell and felt more of his thick cum load leak out of my ass and onto my hand. I couldn’t believe how much spunk he had shot into me.  I felt my cock get even harder as I thought about the fact that I had actually taken that huge black cock up my slutty hole. I put this second batch of his cum on my now fully hard cock and then fingered my ass again, despite the pain and oh fuck yeah, there was more in me. You sick bastard, I said to myself, what’s wrong with you, did you secretly enjoy what that savage animal did to you? I put the last bit of his seed on my cock and then started stoking myself right there in my truck. Was I sick? Yeah, probably, but I needed to cum. I had been brutally fucked and abused, but I still 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, I need to shoot my load right here, right now.  If I don’t cum, all the pain and abuse was for nothing. Oh dear God, I want him to fuck me again, to rape me again with that big, beautiful black cock. It will be easier next time, sure it will, Jesus Christ what the fuck is wrong with me? I was moaning and writhing as I stroked and pumped my cock like a madman. 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 cried out suddenly and shot a gusher of cum all over my steering wheel, my dashboard, my hands.  I kept stroking because my dick was still hard and my pleasure so fucking intense as more and more of my load spurted all over my truck’s interior, making a big wet, sticky mess, but I didn’t care because 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 as every other cum covered surface where my tongue would reach. When I had gotten all that I could, I collapsed back against the seat again, exhausted, drained in every sense of the word and still feeling the throbbing pain in my fuck hole. I was ashamed that I let him fuck me so brutally and treat me like trash, but I knew I would try to get him to fuck me again the next time I was horny for dick up my ass. Yeah, he was a violent brute, but he was handsome, muscular and had a huge cock; what else really mattered to a slut like me? Finally, after ten minutes or so, I was more or less myself again and I started my truck and drove home, wincing at the agony that shot through my ass every time I hit a pothole or a bump in the road.

The next day at work, my colleagues noticed that I was limping slightly and asked if I was okay. I told them I was sore from overexerting myself at the gym. The other gay man in our office, who was also a friend of mine, knew better and when I was in the break room getting coffee, he sidled up to me and with a wicked grin asked, “So how hung was he?” “Don’t start with me man,” I said in a weary tone as I brushed past him on the way back to my desk. The following day my boyfriend came home and thankfully by that time, I was walking normally again. 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?”

 

The End