The next day evening, the house was eerily quiet that evening. With Emma enjoying her vacation in Hawaii and Hassan working as security at a music festival, Chris was left alone in the sprawling home. He had spent the day surfing the internet, his laptop, and textbooks scattered across his room. As the clock ticked past 8 PM, Chris considered ordering food when the doorbell rang unexpectedly.
Chris hesitated, glancing toward the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Slowly, he walked over, peeking through the peephole. A young black man in a pizza delivery uniform stood on the porch, holding a box and smiling. He looked about 26 years old, with short curly black hair. He stood around 6 feet tall (182 cm) with a muscular build, his biceps stretching the fabric of his shirt.
Chris frowned. “I didn’t order pizza,” he called out through the door. “Compliments of a neighbor,” the man said cheerfully. “They thought you might be hungry.”
Chris' guard lowered slightly. It wasn’t uncommon for the neighbors to share food occasionally. He unlocked the door and opened it cautiously.
That was his mistake.
Once the door opened, the delivery man moved in swiftly, shoving the door open and slamming Chris to the floor. Before Chris could react, the man knocked him to the floor, pinning him down with surprising strength.
“Stay still,” the man growled, while putting a knife to Chris' throat, pulling duct tape from his pocket. He bound Chris' wrists and ankles. “Nice and quiet, and you won’t get hurt.”
Chris struggled, but the bindings were tight.
The man noticed the lacy, feminine nightgown Chris was wearing. A smirk spread across his face. "What is this, you're a girl or something," he said, laughing at Chris's embarrassment.
"Don't bother," the man sneered, "No one's coming to help you anyway." The man pulled down his pants and boxers revealing an already hardened cock of at least nine inches with the thickness of a baby’s forearm. Chris's eyes widened in fear when he realized the size and girth of the intruder’s penis. “Let's see what you can do with that sissy mouth.”
The man grabbed Chris by the hair and forced him to his knees. Despite his protests, Chris was forced to suck on the intruder's huge member, gagging from the size and the musk of it. Chris was forced to swallow inch after inch until he reached the base of the cock, the man's pubes filling Chris' nose.
"That's right, faggot, worship it." The intruder grunted with pleasure, thrusting his cock deeper into Chris' throat.
Chris tried to pull back, but his hands were tied behind his back, leaving him vulnerable. The man held Chris' head in place, forcing him to deepthroat his huge cock until tears were streaming down Chris' face and saliva was dripping onto the floor. Chris could feel his mouth bulge as the huge member went in and out, stretching his jaws to its limit.
With one hand gripping Chris's hair and the other hand grabbing his throat, the intruder used him as a plaything, ramming his cock into the young man's face with increasing intensity. He grunted with pleasure as he slapped and tugged at Chris' hair, reveling in the humiliation and tears streaming from Chris' eyes. "You're a natural, whore," the intruder taunted, forcing Chris to deepthroat his cock, each thrust making Chris's throat bulge obscenely, his eyes wide, as he struggled for air, his gag reflex being used to please this monster cock.
The intruder continued to face fuck Chris mercilessly, ignoring his muffled pleas for help and the tears streaming down his cheeks. Chris' mind was racing, filled with fear and humiliation as he tried to break free from the strong hands holding him in place.
As Chris' attempts at struggling and escape proved futile, the intruder's voice grew louder and harsher, mocking him as he violated Chris's throat. “Yeah, you like this, don't you, slut?” The intruder groaned in pleasure, his body shuddering with each forceful thrust. Chris' face grew redder, his lungs burning from the lack of air as his vision began to blur. The room felt smaller and colder as the sound of his muffled struggles echoed through the empty space.
As he approached his climax, the intruder slammed Chris' head against the wall behind them. Stars burst across Chris' vision, the impact rattling through his skull as he struggled against his bindings. A moment later, the man groaned as he erupted into the helpless boy's face.
"Swallow, bitch," The man demanded as Chris was forced to gulp the hot, sticky cum being pumped down his throat. His throat bulged and burned, tears streaming down his face. As the intruder came, his grip tightened in Chris's hair, his cock pulsing with each wave of release. His eyes burned into him with a sadistic delight. Chris felt used and broken, unable to do anything but comply. With one final jerk, the intruder released his grip on Chris' hair and pushed him to the floor.
"That was good," the man purred, "But we're not done yet. Not by a long shot."
As the intruder's hands roamed across Chris' slender body, a sinister smirk crossed his face as he lifted Chris' lacy, white nightgown, exposing his smooth pale skin and his small cock which was rock-hard and dripping with pre-cum, betraying Chris' fear and humiliation. His panties, already drenched from the intense situation, did nothing to hide the arousal that the young man was feeling. Chris tried to close his legs, but it was useless - his assailant easily overpowered him, forcing his legs apart. The sound of the fabric ripping echoed through the silent house.
“Look at this cute little cock of yours,” the man said, laughing. “I bet you've never even been fucked before, huh? What a shame.”
The man ran a callused finger down the length of Chris's erection. Chris couldn't suppress a whimper as his body quivered with fear and arousal, hating the fact that he couldn't control his body's reactions. His attacker smiled and traced Chris's small cock, enjoying the power he held over the young man. His fingers moved down from Chris's balls to his smooth hole, causing Chris to squirm in discomfort. "Your asshole looks so inviting," he whispered, teasing Chris' puckering pink hole. Chris whimpered again, his ass twitching uncontrollably at the intrusion of the large digit. The intruder grinned evilly and said, "Your pink hole will love this."
Without warning, he pressed the bulbous head of his huge black cock against the rim of Chris’ virgin asshole, relishing in the sight of the boy’s horrified expression. “No, no! Please! Please don't!" Chris pleaded as he struggled desperately to break free.
"Please... Anything but that..." Chris’ cries echoed through the room as he begged in vain to save himself. “I'll do anything. Just please not this!” Chris was silenced with another hard slap to the face, the sharp pain making his eyes water as the taste of his own blood mixed with the salty cum in his mouth.
"You'll begin a different way soon," the intruder said, chuckling. He looked at the boy, his eyes glimmering with excitement, and without hesitation, pushed his nine-inch thick black monster into Chris's hole.
The intruder's brutal assault on Chris's body was made worse by his lack of preparation. His massive cock was relentless, mercilessly pounding into Chris, whose screams and sobs mixed together, his voice cracking as the intruder violated him over and over. “Fuck, you're tight,” the man grunted, slamming into Chris, his cock disappearing almost completely inside of the helpless boy with every thrust, each motion causing the man’s balls to slap loudly against Chris's ass.
With every deep thrust into his body, Chris felt as though his insides were on fire, the agony unbearable. His entire body quivered and spasmed with the assault, sweat pouring off his skin, making it even harder for Chris to resist the intruder’s grasp. Every time the intruder's monster slammed against the young man's prostate, waves of unwanted pleasure shot through his body, making it clear to him that the boy's hole had been perfectly made to accommodate and satisfy the black cock.
Chris was horrified by the feeling of the cock spreading him wider, stretching him painfully, and the sensation of being used so roughly. Yet at the same time, he was stunned to find a perverse pleasure building within him. With every thrust, his tiny cock rubbed against his stomach, his small load splashing across the intruder's thighs as the room was filled with his moans.
“Shut the fuck up,” The man commanded and pushed the pantie Chris was wearing into the young man's mouth. Chris's soft cries and muffled screams did nothing to stop the man's assault.
As the intruder pounded into Chris, his thrusts became increasingly animalistic and brutal. His hands were clenched into fists one around Chris's slender hips, while the other pulled Chris' hair. The intruder was completely consumed by lust, using his victim's helpless body to bring himself closer to release. Chris continued to plead for the intruder to stop, but his voice was muffled as his mouth was stuffed with his panties. Soon, he felt a familiar sensation growing in his gut. His eyes filled with fresh tears. “No... please... anything but that! NO!!"
“Take my load, sissy!” the intruder roared as he unleashed a thick load of cum inside of Chris' hole, painting his walls white. With a few final thrusts, he buried himself balls deep and released the remaining cum into Chris' body, a low growl of satisfaction escaping him. For Chris, the humiliation and the sensation of being filled to the brink were overwhelming.
As the man pulled away, a pool of his warm seed leaked from the abused hole. The sight was a testament to his domination of Chris, who lay shaking and sobbing on the ground. “You took that well,” the man said. He laughed as his victim trembled at the mention of being fucked. “We'll see what else you can handle.” The intruder grinned, admiring his work.
“Clear,” a second voice called out from somewhere deeper in the house. “Hey, Caleb, where the FUCK are you. Let’s move fast.”
"Well I guess you have to wait," Caleb gave Chris a slap to his ass before throwing him aside. Caleb quickly pulled up and zipped his pants. Leaving Chris tied up and alone in the corridor, with cum leaking from his abused hole.
"Hold up, I am here, got quite some action with the guy that lived here."
The burglars began ransacking the place, opening drawers, overturning furniture, and searching for valuables. Andrew lay helpless on the floor, his heart racing as he listened to the chaos around him.
***
Hassan's truck pulled into the driveway an hour later. He stepped out, tired from the night’s work but alert as always. Something felt off. The porch light was on, and the door was slightly ajar. His eyes narrowed as he approached the house, every muscle in his body tensing.
Pushing the door open, Hassan scanned the entryway. The furniture was overturned, and papers were scattered across the floor. His gaze fell on Chris, tied up naked on the carpet.
Hassan crouched down and checked on Chris. Cum dribbled down Chris's face from swollen, pink lips and there was an almost obscene, pink gaping hole, cum still flowing out of it like a running river.
“What did these brats do to you, boy?” Hassan muttered, inspecting him. His fingers traced the line of his cheekbone before dipping down to Chris's chest.
Hassan crouched down and took out the panties that were stuffed in his mouth. Cum dribbled down Chris's face from swollen, pink lips and there was an almost obscene, pink gaping hole, cum still flowing out of it like a running river.
“What the hell happened to you, my boy?” Hassan muttered, inspecting him. His fingers traced the line of his cheekbone before dipping down to Chris's chest.
Chris was disheveled and panting, the remnants of his ordeal evident on his exposed form. Hassan leaned closer, his breath hot against the shell of his ear. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? Being used like the whore you are?"
Hassan's hand moved lower, ghosting over Chris's inner thighs before reaching the pool of cum on the floor.
“You look like such a whore," Hassan growled into Chris' ear, “Who wouldn't want to fuck that?”
"Now tell me, what happened." Hassan pulled Chris' hair as Chris was about to faint.
"I don't know, a guy just budged in and did this to me."Chris's voice is trembling as he begins to cry.
"Are they still here?" Hassan whispered.
"Yes, they’re still here,” Chris whispered, his voice trembling. “Two of them.”
Hassan's expression darkened. He stood, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he surveyed the scene. The sound of footsteps came from the kitchen, followed by hushed voices. Hassan moved silently toward the noise.
The burglars froze when they saw him. The man in the pizza uniform held a crowbar, while his partner carried a sack stuffed with stolen items. “Looks like you picked the wrong house,” Hassan said, his voice cold.
The man with the crowbar lunged at Hassan, swinging wildly. Hassan sidestepped the attack and grabbed the man’s arm, twisting it until the crowbar dropped to the floor. With a swift punch to the man’s jaw, Hassan sent him sprawling.
The second burglar tried to run, but Hassan was faster. He tackled the man to the ground, pinning him with one knee. The first burglar recovered and charged again, but Hassan him mid-motion, slamming him against the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he slumped to the floor.
Hassan turned his attention back to the second burglar, locking him in a chokehold. “Stay down,” he growled, tightening his grip until the man stopped struggling.
With both burglars subdued Hassan grabbed the ropes they had used on Chris and tied them up securely. Then he took out duct tape and taped both of their mouths. He pulled out his phone and dialed the police, his voice calmed as he gave the dispatcher the address.
As they waited for the authorities, Hassan checked on Chris, who was still tied up, naked with his ass exposed.
"Don't worry Daddy Hassan had taken off the robbers. Go washed up boy, and get dressed." Hassan finally untied Chris and gestured toward the stairs. The young man hurried upstairs. The shock of being violated, having been defiled, was slowly subsiding. His mind struggled to comprehend what had happened.
As Chris disappeared, Hassan's mind began to drift, thinking of how delicious it must have been to tie up Chris and fuck that small body, to make Chris beg for his monster cock. Hassan looked at the tied burglar lying helplessly in the living room, a wave of jealousy and anger surging through him as he watched them squirm.
As Chris finished showering and changed into a casual T-shirt and shirt, he met up with Hassan in the living room. Hassan motioned him to sit next to him on the couch. Chris obediently sat next to the huge man, with his face down as Hassan put his arms around his shoulder, as he looked at the two burglars tied up on the floor.
The atmosphere in the living room was tense, with the burglars, Caleb, and his partner tied up. Hassan’s presence was intimidating, his muscular form dominating the space. Caleb's face was a mix of anger, embarrassment,t, and fear, his eyes locked onto the floor. His partner sat there, silently watching as Hassan's imposing figure towered over them. "How are you feeling?" Hassan's tone was commanding, his deep voice filling the room.
"I'm better," Chris responded shily. He then glanced down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry that I was so useless."
"Shush," Hassan reassured him. “Not to worry, it's not your fault.”
Chris' eyes were filled with apprehension as he glanced at Caleb, who stared back defiantly, anger simmering within them.
"Now, tell us what happened," Hassan ordered as Chris began to explain how he was attacked by the burglars. The words stumbled out, a mixture of fear, humiliation, and rage as he recounted how the burglars invaded the home and took advantage of his vulnerability.
"Now tell me which of these bastards is the one that raped you?" Hassan commanded.
The room grew still as Chris looked at the bound figures, Caleb staring up at him, a sneer on his face, while his partner's expression remained unreadable.
"Him," Chris answered as he pointed to Caleb.
Caleb's eyes narrowed as he met Hassan’s gaze.
“Dumb fucking bastards,” he muttered, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Hassan stood up and glared at them, the anger simmering beneath the surface, threatening to burst out in violence. He paced around the living room, his mind racing.
"Enjoyed fucking my toy?" Hassan crouched down, one hand gripping the burglar’s jaw, squeezing hard, while the other gave him a light slap on his face. The man’s eyes bulged with fear as he stared up at him. Hassan smirked. "You think I won't get even for touching my bitch without my permission?" he said menacingly as he throw the man's face to the floor and stood up. Then with a hard step, his heavy boot pressed hard against Caleb’s crotch, stepping on his manhood. Caleb screamed but his scream was silenced by the duct tape on his mouth. He struggled to break loose but his hands and feet were all all tied up. Hassan laughed out sadistic as he watched the squirm beneath his feet and pressed even hard on his crotch.
“Too much fun huh? This little guy is mine to play with.” Hassan snarked.
Chris watched as Hassan punished the burglar, a mix of emotions playing across his face.
Suddenly, Chris realized something. His mouth was agape when he realized his cock was starting to stir. The sight before him, was of this large, strong, powerful man, punishing those two, the two who dared defile him. It filled Chris with anger, humiliation but also...arousal. He can't help but be awestruck and aroused at Hassan’s dominance. But it also made him feel protected and ....owned.
Then Hassan tore away the assailant's tape, took out his phone, and started to take a video of the guy.
"Now tell me what you have done, to this place and the guy over here," Hassan commanded.
“Ok! Ok. Please I beg you. We were here for the money. But your guy was here when I came. He looked like a dumb bitch in a sexy nightie, so I took advantage of him and had fun with the bitch.”
“Okay, so you admit on tape that you had committed burglary, physical assault, and sexual assault?”
“Alright. Alright, whatever.” The burglar replied nervously.
“Alright then,” Hassan finished recording the video on his phone. Then he proceeds to tape back Caleb's mouth while waiting for the police to arrive.
Then the police siren rang, and the police arrived.
"Chris, go get the door," Hassan said sternly. The young man hesitantly nodded and walked towards the front door. As he approached the entranceway, his heart pounded heavily as he pulled the heavy, solid wood open. The flashing lights of the patrol car were blindingly bright against the dark sky.
“Good evening sir. Is this 1117 Maple Drive? The address of the reported break-in?” A female police officer greeted him with a smile, standing tall and professional. The badge on her chest glinted under the flashing red and blue lights of the police cruiser, her short brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.
“Yes, ma’am. Please come in." Chris opened the door wide and ushered them in, leading the way inside.
Officer Amanda Martinez, accompanied by her partner Officer Simon Williams, entered the house, both with their hands on the butts of their holstered weapons. Officer Amanda Martinez was a tall, athletic Latina with brown skin and hazel eyes. Her hair typically pulled back in a tight bun, accentuated her strong facial features, which conveyed a no-nonsense attitude. Officer Simon Williams was an African-American man, with a stocky build and dark skin. His shaved head and trimmed goatee gave him an air of authority and experience, which was only enhanced by the calm confidence that emanated from his every movement.
As soon as the officers were inside, Hassan approached, towering above both Amanda and Simon, even as the officers stood, with his presence a combination of intimidation and assurance. His thick dark eyebrows were furrowed and his full, pink lips pulled into a frown.
"Evening Officer. How's it been going for you guys tonight?" Hassan said, as his voice boomed throughout the house. His large frame blocked any view of the two tied-up burglars on the ground, behind him.
"We're fine sir. Mr...." Officer Martinez smiled and put out her hand to greet Hassan.
"Hassan Asghari," he replied, as he shook her hand firmly.
"And you are the owner of the house?" Officer Martinez asked.
"No, I lived here with my girlfriend, that is my girlfriend's son," Hassan replied.
"And is your girlfriend in the house sir?"
"No, she is on a business trip," Hassan said.
“Okay sir, what has happened here? We heard a report that a break-in and assault occurred," Officer Martinez spoke in a calming, reassuring voice as she looked around the room. She then spotted the two burglars tied up and her eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh boy! You're a man who takes matters into his own hands.” Officer Martinez chuckled to herself. Her gaze flicked from the tied-up men on the ground to the young boy and the large muscular man in front of her.
"What happened here? You seemed to have dealt with the situation here" Officer Martinez queried.
"Yes, ma'am," Chris interjected, his voice shaking and uncertain as he stood near the muscular man. His eyes cast down to the floor as he shifted his feet. "They barged in, tied me up and one of them sexually...assaulted me. " Chris replied, trying to calm himself. He was still visibly nervous and uneasy in the presence of the two police officers. Hassan then interjected and continued the conversation.
"They broke into the house and sexually assaulted my partner's son. We will need the hospital for a medical exam. But before that, here is the recorded statement and confession of the burglars on what they had done. I trust the court can deal with the rest." Hassan replied firmly, his eyes piercing and determined as he handed the phone to the officers. Hassan then stood, his posture commanding and his eyes fixed on Officer Martinez as she watched the video and then took Hassan's phone.
Hassan then gestured towards the burglars on the floor, their duct tape-muffled pleas for help were ignored. Chris stood next to Hassan, his body still tense, his face showing signs of trauma. Chris was still unable to process what had just transpired, as the officers continued their assessment and evaluation of the crime scene.
"Well, that's sufficient for now. But we may need more evidence, testimonies, and witnesses." Officer Williams added. He had a deep voice and his large stature made his presence even more imposing.
"It's alright sir, I will get the rest of the guys over here."
"Yes Officer, but I trust your department will take it from here?" Hassan interjected. "Of course sir, we are on top of it." Officer Martinez responded with a nod. She walked around, inspecting the scene and taking note of the damage. She looked at the burglars who had broken into the house, a grimace forming on her lips at their actions.
“Thank you for your time and for apprehending these burglars, sir,” Martinez replied with a professional smile. "We’ll need both of you to give statements tomorrow. For now, let’s get these guys booked and off the streets.”
With that, Simon handcuffed both of the burglars and escorted them to his car. Martinez finished jotting down her notes from the report and the information she had heard. With a professional nod, she finished up and the two police officers took their leave.
After they had left, Hassan turned his gaze towards Chris. He studied Chris’ form for a moment, noting the trembling that seemed to radiate throughout Chris' entire body.
"Are you okay boy?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Chris said, his face pale and eyes darting between Hassan and the empty doorway where the officers had disappeared. The reality of the situation was slowly hitting him.
Hassan studied the young man before him. He could tell the attack was still fresh on his mind.
"Chris," he began, his tone even and controlled, his hand gripping Chris’ chin firmly, forcing him to make eye contact with Hassan. "You are safe. Don’t be scared, Daddy will take care of you."
“Thank you,” Chris choked, his voice shaking, and tried to turn away, feeling ashamed of being overpowered by those robbers, especially with Hassan being the stronger man. Hassan’s strong grip on his chin did not let him escape. He held Chris’ chin in his hand. “I said, You. Are. Safe. Now.” His words were slow, measured, and deliberate.
"Daddy..." Chris cried. Hassan's large arms engulf him in a big bear hug.
“Now let's go to bed.” Hassan’s large hand patted Chris on the shoulder.
***
The next day, Hassan escorted Chris to the hospital for a thorough examination. They were able to collect Caleb's sperm sample from his anus and confirmed the sexual assault. Hassan drove Chris to the precinct for a recording of his statement and their further questioning on his account of the robbery. Finally, they are able to get home in the afternoon.
When they arrived home, they saw Emma already seated in the living. She was relieved to see Chris and quickly went in for a hug. Chris told his Mum about what exactly happened the other day. When she heard that a robbery had taken place at their house while she was away, she quickly took out her phone and called her insurance agent to report the burglary and arrange for the repairs to be done immediately. Then she, Hassan, and her son went on to sort out all the mess caused by the burglary and replaced the stuff that was stolen or damaged.
By the time everything was sorted, it was already the end of the day, the sun had begun its slow descent, casting long shadows over the house and its occupants. Emma was tired and exhausted. She had taken two days off from work just to fly back the moment she heard what had happened. However, her clients just wouldn't stop pressing her to come back. She had just too much on her hands and she was not happy with the way things had happened.
"I would need to go back to Hawaii for another week or so, before then please take good care of yourself." Emma gave her son a kiss on his forehead.
"Hassan thank you so much, this means a lot to me. Thanks for being there for Chris." Emma hugs her lover.
As Chris watches Emma drive away to the airport, Chris felt Hassan's hand roaming around his ass.
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