“We have breaking news for you tonight, this just in to our news room, Ben Stuart, a local, married doctor, has been arrested on four counts of rape. Mr. Stuart is suspected to be the serial rapist that has terrorized women in the metro area over the last two months. His capture came after an anonymous tip was sent to police. More on this story after our commercial break.” This evening’s news broadcast came from Mr. & Mrs. Dover’s television.
Jack Dover, a 45 year old police detective, was presently balls deep in his wife, Jill. Tonight’s TV news report competed with the noise that came out of his wife’s mouth. The details that followed were drowned out by Jill’s moans and breathless gibberish as she experienced her second orgasm. Jack, momentarily distracted by the report, was nowhere near orgasm and reminded himself that if he didn’t fill Jill with his load in the next 5 minutes she was going to try to make him cum and that was the last thing that anyone needed.
He didn’t hate sex with his wife. In fact he considered it a useful exercise and found regular to frequent intercourse smoothed much of the strife they had endured in the early years of marriage. When he was young, sex with women had been a problem. After a few embarrassing encounters, Jack had met the problem head on. He read books on female pleasure, watched videos, studied how men in pleasure looked and then practiced imitating those men while he ran through a menu of scripted sex acts and techniques. Soon, he had become what looked like an expert lover, his absence of sincere arousal allowed him an advantage over his female sexual partners. He remained controlled while they lost control. It was a kind of meditation coupled with a good workout. He’d often tighten his abs as he thrust away or use his wife’s weight to work his biceps as he lifted her off himself only to slowly lower her onto his cock in long strokes that he found made her cum easily. Now, he maintained a plank stance above her as she desperately bucked her hips off the bed, pushing up against him. Not that he would ever would tell her, but after having a couple kids, Jill’s vagina had become a limp handshake. Her roomy pussy was generally not hopeless, just more comforting than pleasurable, like a pair of worn sweats. But now, after exactly 23 minutes of receiving a steady pounding from Jack’s beer-can thick cock, Jill’s pussy had lost it’s grip.
Generally, Jack made sure to go longer than 15 minutes but no more than 25, unless it was his carefully planned, spontaneous appearing quickie, which he allowed 5 to 7 minutes for. The quickies were his favorite but not every time could be a quickie. Their present sex was dragging on. He needed to focus.
Along with his precise time keeping, he also committed to varying the length, location, and positions of their sex so as not to become routine. Although the end always followed the same basic routine. He moved into position, slowly lowering himself atop Jill, his firm hairy belly pushed into the small of her back, pinning his wife below him. Jill’s petite body was swallowed up by his large, stocky frame. Using his chest, Jack expertly and gently pushed his wife’s face into the mattress enough to muffle her rising voice as he pounded her into her third orgasm, practically eliminating the distraction of her moans and praises. She all but disappeared into a vague warm wetness with a satisfying juicy end to masturbate himself into as he extended his strokes to bump against her cervix. Only now did Jack fully engage in the sex act as he quieted his mind, imagined himself in a plush theater, the curtains opened and a film began to replay the scenes of just a few nights before.
Three nights before, Jack had dressed himself in dark, plain clothes, wore a ball cap pulled down low and used a fake ID to book a room at a seedy motel on the outskirts of town. The woman barely looked up from her phone before handing over the room key. On the second floor walkway, Jack glanced around making sure no one was watching as he carefully pulled on a pair of black leather gloves and let himself into the rundown room.
Once inside Jack pulled out a burner phone he had bought with cash and checked to see if Ben had responded to his last message. Of course, he had. Mr. Stuart was eager to come to the motel, convinced that a 16 year old girl was being pimped out by her boyfriend, and just needed to know where and when. Jack replied with the motel’s name and room number. Setting the phone down, Jack opened the black leather bag he brought with him and removed a bottle of eye drops, two lengths of rope, duct tape, a set of wrist and ankle cuffs, a bottle of poppers, some smelling salts, a syringe, a small vial of a liquid sedative, and a gag that had a short tube for the wearer’s mouth and teeth to extend over, and on the other side, a fleshlight-like silicone pussy that allowed unobstructed access for a cock to push into the wearer’s mouth before pushing further into the wearer’s throat. Jack then unscrewed the room’s one bare light bulb, turned on the bathroom door light, leaving the door cracked so just a sliver of light escaped into the room. He then skillfully threaded and secured the two lengths of rope between the bed’s front and bottom metal legs. He placed the poppers and cuffs in the nightstand, loaded the syringe carefully with the sedative before carefully placing it in the pocket of his hoodie and went into the bathroom to run the shower before returning to the bedroom to sit crosslegged on the room’s floor, settling into a kind of meditation as he waited in the dark room for predator-come-victim to arrive.
Not more than a half hour had passed before there was a knock on the door. Jack raised himself, took a deep breath and opened the door, inviting Ben inside. “She’s in the shower. Put the money on the night stand”, Jack said flatly. As Ben nervously fumbled with his wallet, Jack expertly caught Ben’s arms with one hand and pushed him over onto the bed before plunging the syringe into his neck. Jack then used his body weight to subdue Ben until his his body went limp and his confused objections turned to snores.
"Nice body for a rapist,” Jack said to the unconscious man as he removed all of Ben’s clothes except his tighty-whities revealing a flat stomach, firm butt and a toned body covered in blonde curly body hair, “Looks like time in the gym has paid off. Let me see those baby blues,” Jack said as he used his thumb to lift Ben’s eyelids to administer an eye drop that would dilate the man’s eyes for the next several hours, keeping him from being able to identify anyone from doing anything to him. “Open up,” Jack continued as he pried Ben’s mouth open enough to secure the gag in the man’s drooling mouth. Next he placed the motel’s stained pillows, one at the foot of the bed and one higher, aligned with Ben’s chest before rolling him over. Ben’s legs fell down to the floor, the pillows raised his ass off the bed slightly while lifting his upper body, allowing for his mouth to be brought up to a useful level. Jack then secured Ben’s wrists and ankles to the rope, leaving him folded over, legs spread, bound and easy to access. He gathered the back of Ben’s underwear with his gloved fingers and tore a small hole just above Ben’s hole. He then turned on the lamp next to the bed and directed its bright light at Ben’s face. Retrieving Ben’s phone from his trousers, he lifted Ben’s eyelids again enough to unlock the man’s phone. He downloaded the contents necessary to unquestionably link Ben to the string of rapes he had committed. He then opened a website where men arranged hook-ups for gay sex and wrote an ad that stated, “No cocks or loads refused. I’ll be tied up ready to take anything and everything. Use my mouth and hole for your pleasure. Only conditions are don’t untie me, and don’t let me cum no matter how hard I struggle. Come, cum, and go. Open all night!” He included the motel address and room number before he posted the ad. He placed some duct tape over the doors locking mechanism, then returned to Ben before cracking the smelling salts under the unconscious man’s nose.
Ben’s head shot up wildly, rearing from side to side, his eyes blinked open then slammed shut as the bright light pained his dilated pupils, he screamed into the gag uselessly, his arms and legs pulled on his bonds.
“Wakey, wakey”,said Jack, ruffling Ben’s hair playfully, “Now Ben, I want you to hear me clearly when I say this, I can’t honestly say I don’t understand the urges you have succumbed to, as I suffer from something similar,” Jack said to himself as much as he did to Ben, “But there is a difference between us Ben that is important.” Ben now was wildly thrashing against his bonds in a complete panic. Jack paused to adjust his erection that was painfully pushing against his jeans before he continued, “Have you ever seen that show “Dexter” Ben?,” Jack asked as he ran his gloved hands down Ben’s body settling on his butt, snaking a finger thru the hole he had torn there and pressed against Ben’s sweaty hole, “Now, no worries, no one is going to be killed and dumped in the ocean, but nonetheless, justice will be served here tonight.” He punctuated this last sentence by breeching Ben’s hole with his index finger. Ben waled into the gag.
“But enough of me talking, I want us to have some private time before your guests arrive.” Ben, afraid and confused, tried to wiggle free but it was useless. He couldn’t even open his eyes, the light that was coming from above was bright as the sun, he couldn’t even open his eyes a crack without blinding pain. He felt himself screaming but all he heard come out of himself was a muffled embarrassing sobbing. The finger in his hole was pushing into his dry asshole painfully but he couldn’t get away from it. The burn continued even as the finger was suddenly withdrawn. He felt the mattress shift as his captor stood, then he heard the sound of a zipper unzipping, then the sound of someone hawking up some spit, then his panic rose again as he felt the mattress shift under his captor’s weight, his eyelids registered that the light was being blocked by his captor’s body. Ben opened his eyes to see a thick erect cock poking out from the open zipper of a pair of buttoned jeans. The man holding his captive, held a bottle under his nose and used his gloved thumb to close one of his nostrils. Ben breathing hard inhaled the poppers deeply. Jack repeated the move with Ben’s other nostril. A warm rush came over Ben as he briefly thought to himself, That’s a nice cock. It stood there, pulsing just inches from his face, wrist thick, flushed and angry looking, he could smell its musky scent. He found it not all together unpleasant and wondered to himself if he might enjoy this under different circumstances. Before he could think much more about it, he watched as the man’s gloved hands spread some spit around the angry head just before it pushed through the silicone pussy and into his mouth. He tried to clamp his teeth around it but they only bit into the gag’s leather tube, he tried to fight against the invader with the only thing available, his tongue but that just elicited a deep growl from the man above him.
“That’s it, good boy, use that tongue”, Jack moaned out as he began shallow thrusts into Ben’s mouth. Again, Ben tried to stop it’s advances but his tongue was no match for the man’s strong body. Ben tried to look up at the man but found that he could only see up to the man’s firm belly, his shirt riding up just enough to show it was densely covered with coarse hair. Strangely, he found himself hard and humping the pillow below him. Am I getting off on this?, Ben wondered as the invading cock began deeper explorations causing him to gag.
Jack couldn’t be sure but it seemed like Ben was actively trying to give him some decent head. It wasn’t his plan for Ben to enjoy himself but he reminded himself, he can only control what he can control, like it or not, his aim was for justice and sometimes justice felt great. He plunged his cock fully into Ben’s throat, cutting off the man’s airway and held himself there until Ben thrashed about, turning red-faced. Jack enjoyed the sensations Ben’s convulsing throat caused. Somewhat reluctantly, but aware that their time alone was ending quickly, he withdrew his cock, now covered in Ben’s throat slime and moved to stand behind Ben.
Feeling the wet heat of Jack’s cock-head against his asshole, Ben screamed, “OH!,” the gag cutting off the consonant n-sound of his intended “No” making him almost sound desperate and excited for Jack’s cock. Jack exhaled lustfully as he pushed his cock forward, barely and only lubed with spit, into Ben’s dry, virgin hole. The invading cock didn’t stop until Ben could feel the man’s balls resting against his own. His hole burned as it stretched and convulsed around the thick shaft. Ben thrashed about uselessly trying to dispel Jack’s unrelenting cock. Ben felt every ridge and vein of it as Jack withdrew his cock at the same slow, teasing pace he had shoved in with, causing a stifled moan from Ben. Ben was surprised that under the searing pain and humiliation of what was happening to him, there was a budding, profound pleasure surfacing. He was enjoying being raped by this giant of a man. He was embarrassed and humiliated and again surprised that both turned him on. He found himself trying to push against the man’s cock, to take it deeper and faster.
“Well, will you get load of that, I think he likes it”, Jack said picking up his pace, thrusting into the bound man with hard powerful strokes that caused a mix of pain and pleasure Ben had never felt. Jack watched his cock disappear into the man’s tight hole, Ben’s ass lips stretched and pulled at his thick cock as he withdrew all but the head. Ben’s white underwear were becoming soaked with whatever spit and ass slime escaped from his tortured hole, revealing more of his hairy crack. Jack had always been slow to cum, but now as he pushed and pulled in and out of bound man, watched his cock violate the man’s seeping hole, he felt his load boiling to the surface.
Behind him, Ben could hear Jack’s breathing change to a ragged uncontrollable huffing. Whoever the man was, he was really pounding into him now. He screamed and moaned into the gag, lost and confused in being taken, being hurt, being pleasured. How did he end up here? This much he did know, the man raping him was about to cum inside of him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was about to be filled with another man’s cum. The realization turned him on as much as it frightened him. The man’s balls were slapping against his own painfully, deliciously. If this kept up, he was sure his balls would betray him and empty themselves into his underwear. Again, he found himself pushing against the brutal thrusts, trying to take more of his abuser’s length. The man behind and inside of him gripped his hips with gloved hard enough to bruise as he pounded Ben’s hole steadily until he let out a deep growl, pushing inside of Ben, forcing himself deeper inside of him as Ben felt a series of powerful, warm jets of cum filling his bowels. Surprising both of them, Ben found himself squeezing his ass, desperate to milk it of every last drop before both men fell silent, their labored breathing, the only sound in the room. The gloved hands slowly loosened their grip before gently caressing his ass cheeks as he felt the last pulses of his rapist’s ejaculating cock inside his worn hole. Silently, they stayed this way creating together, until there was a quiet knock on the door before both men heard the door creak open and another man enter.
Jack exhaled loudly as he withdrew. Ben felt cum leak from his empty spasming hole. This was really happening he told himself, renewing his fear and confusion. He tried his best to communicate his need for help to the new arrival but all that came out were what sounded like desperate pleas for more abuse. Then again, Ben felt the familiar weight of Jack’s body on the bed in front of him, opening his eyes now that the light was somewhat blocked, he again could see Jack’s massive cock, this time covered in cum and slime before he tasted both as Jack pushed his still hard cock through the gag for Ben to wash with his tongue. Jack fed him more poppers. The familiar warmth spread through him again as Ben found himself eagerly attending to the task.
“He’s all yours man,” Jack said to the stranger as Ben tried to beg and plea around the thick cock plugging his throat. “Listen to him, he’s begging for it.” Ben, defeated, ran his tongue along Jack’s cock as best as he could. Jack withdrew his cock and ruffled his hair once again as he heard the newcomer unzip his zipper.
to play of a man named Ben Stuart. Jack began pumping earnestly into Jill harder and deeper. In this theater of the mind, he watched Ben’s teary eyes bulge, listened to him grunting around the thick cock that pistoned in and out of the fleshlight gag tightly fastened in his mouth. Jack neared his orgasm as the show continued. Ben’s hands and legs pulled uselessly against the bonds that held him in place as one of many surrounding cocks plowed into him mercilessly. Jack, who had been more or less silent until now, let out a deep growl as he emptied himself into his wife, triggered by the delicious image of Ben, his eyes wide in horror and confusion as Jack showed him the video on his phone of faceless men taking turns using Ben’s mouth and hole, leaving his lips bruised and his hole stretched and leaking a river of cum onto the motel’s dirty sheets.
Jack rolled his sweaty body off his wife, as she thanked him by using her mouth to clean up the remnants of her sex juices and his cum.
“Thank God!”, Jill exclaimed as she used the remote to turn off the TV, “Hope that fucker gets life in prison.”
Jack smiled to himself before rolling over to sleep.
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