Straight to Hell

Author’s Note – There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.

Mario

Fuck, I HATE moving. Whether for work or my home, I hate having to pack things up and get used to a new space. Of course, once I’m in it, I’m fine. But, all the shit you have to go through is a pain in the ass! I must admit though that there was one move I made that started out pretty routine but ended up great. Especially since it left me with my cock up Mario’s straight Italian ass.

Mario, Mario, Mario. Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm . . . where do I begin?

Should I tell you what a fine-ass hunk he is? Or maybe how great it was to fuck him? Maybe I should describe what it was like to take a sexy heterosexual boy and force him down the path of man sex? Or maybe even how Mario felt when his tight ass was filled full of cock meat for the first time?

Oh hell, let me stop asking questions and just TELL you about Mario! I’m sure it will be a little tale you’ll enjoy! No pun intended.

I got to know Mario when he and some of the other maintenance crew at my company were assigned to help part of my department move into new offices. I’d seen Mario around before. He’d done some minor work in my office and I’d said hi and given him a brief smile from time to time when I passed him in the halls. But I never really got to know him until the move. And by that time, after all the little meetings and “hi’s” and smiling, I knew I wanted to get to know him better. I mean a lot better. More, I’m sure, than he probably wanted me to.

The move took place over 2 weeks. A technical services group can’t just pack up and move in a day, what with calls to make and temporary network changes that have to be implemented. But when I found out Mario was in the crew of 5 that were assigned to help in the move, those 2 weeks became like 2 months! Watching that hot Italian stud bending over, muscles flexing, sweat plastering his shirt against his muscle body was murder! My cock was constantly aching as he went about his business, unaware of how his sexy cologne and muscular physique got me all hot and horny. The gold wedding band he wore on his left hand made me ache even more. From the look of the lump in his pants, I knew some lucky young girl was enjoying his passion and squealing with delight when he fucked her.

Yep, ole Mario Alfieri was quite the stud. Of course when you’re 29 years old, 5’11”, and 190 pounds of Italian muscle, you can’t help but be sexy! Add to that medium length black hair, a goatee, and a slight olive tint to his skin and I think you’d definitely agree with me that he was one handsome hunk! Of course, the fact that he had a big, round, tight, muscular ass also convinced me that he would be a fantastic fuck. Unfortunately, I knew that straight Italian men, especially married straight Italian men like Mario, aren’t into getting a cock shoved up their ass. So once again, I decided to put the game of “Straight Man Takedown” in motion . . . with Mario as the prize.

During the first week of the move, all the maintenance men and my staff were at our old offices, boxing up files, moving furniture, and preparing for the changeover in network equipment. At the beginning of the second week, all of my staff and most of the maintenance men were over at our new quarters, putting furniture in the offices and preparing the new network control center. That left me, Mario, and Jose, at the old place. Jose was another cutie, a young latino who was ambitious, charming, and in great shape. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to work on him right then since my plan to get Mario didn’t involve a threesome. But Jose was definitely worth a look in the future. And, lo and behold, he actually did come in handy in putting my plan to get Mario into play.

“Hey Mario, are we working out tonight?”

“Sure, bro. Why do you ask?”

“Just checkin, man. I’m never sure whether your old lady will let you go to the gym or not.”

“Fucker, I run my house, you know that! If I wanna work out, I will. Or if I wanna do anything else, I will. Angela knows that’s how it goes down.”

“That’s cool, man. I wish my girl was like that.”

“I don’t push it though, bro. I mean, I pretty much get to do what I want but I gotta take care of her. She’s down with it but I sure don’t want her on my ass all the time, you know?”

Interesting. Maybe I needed to explore this a little further. I walked over to where Mario and Jose were working.

“Sounds like you got things under control at home, Mario.”

Mario glanced over at me and a gorgeous smile lit up his face.

“I try to, Mr. James. Being married is tough though.”

“I’m sure it is, even though I’m not married. Where do you and Jose work out, Mario?”

“We both go to Gold’s Gym down on Gessner. You know where that is?”

“Sure, I have a membership to Golds. But I usually use the Fountainview gym.”

“I hear Fountainview is a nice gym, Mr. James. But, I couldn’t afford to include it in my membership package.”

“That’s too bad, man. It’s a great place. It has a new Jacuzzi and that new Isomax training center. I really like it.”

“You’re lucky. I’d sure like to try it out.”

Damn, were the gods singing my tune or what! Dare I use an opening like this to get him out of his pants? After all, there are ethics involved. I mean, should I take advantage of his innocence in wanting to try out a new gym just so I can fuck him?

You bet your ASS I should! Question closed, decision made.

“Well, why don’t you go with me sometime? I can have guests. I’m sure you’d like it.” And I’m sure I’d like to see more of that fine ass body of yours as well, I thought.

“Really, Mr. James? Man, I’d appreciate that! I’d really like to try the Isomax out. They say it’s like doing 2 workouts in 1 day.”

“No sweat, Mario. When would you like to go?”

“How about Wednesday night? Could Jose go too? I’m sure he’d like it.”

I’m sure Jose would but I had other plans for Mario that night that didn’t include him. At least . . . not yet.

“I wish I could but I am allowed only one guest at a time. Jose, how about going another night?”

“Sure, Mr. James. Thanks for askin. Man, you go ahead and go with him Wednesday. I can do it another time.”

“Thanks, bro. And Mr. James, thanks again. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Sure, Mario. I’ll meet you here Wednesday after work and we’ll go from there. I’m looking forward to it, too.” Shit. I was definitely looking forward to it. But I’ll bet as the night wore on, Mario wouldn’t be looking forward to it near as much as he was right now.

My cock throbbed the next 2 days, waiting for Wednesday evening. As Mario worked, I couldn’t help but watch him and wonder if he would really look as good out of his clothes as he did in them. Plus, even though I had Mario in my sights, I still had to close the deal. I mean how did I go from working out with him to getting him in my bed, cock and ass ready for action?

Mario agreed to meet me after work in my office. I was sitting there reading through some contracts when I heard a knock on my door. Looking up, I saw Mario in the doorway.

“Can I come in, Mr. James?”

Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! My cock went from a throbbing mass of hormones to an aching, hard as hell piece of steel! Mario had changed from his work uniform into his workout clothes. He wore a thin white Nike t-shirt that was cut short and an old pair of gray sweat pants. The shirt showcased Mario’s pecs and his pointy nips stuck out prominently. A thick trail of dark black hair ran from the end of his t-shirt, wound around his navel, and disappeared into his sweatpants. You could see his jockstrap and a very pronounced bulge was displayed in Mario’s crotch. I could hardly wait to see what was enclosed on the other side of the sweats.

“Sure Mario, sit down. I’ll just be a moment.” Actually, I didn’t need to do any more work but wanted to give me time so that my goddamn cock wouldn’t betray me in my thin suit pants.

Mario sauntered over and started to sit in the chair in front of my desk. As he got near, I picked up some magazines I had been reading that were on my desk and handed them to him.

“Hey, would you mind putting these on the cabinet over there? I’m trying to get some of this junk cleaned off.”

“Sure.” Mario took the magazines and walked over to my magazine cabinet. As he walked, my eyes carefully analyzed his backside. Damnnnnnnnnnn, now I was in severe lust! Mario’s ass was fucking fine in those sweatpants! His firm cheeks packed the material and each muscular half was clearly outlined. The cloth even ran down his crack slightly and it was evident that Mario had a tight, firm bubble ass. As my eyes rose up from his ass, Mario’s back muscles came into view, showing the beginnings of a classic bodybuilder’s V shape. More and more, this night was shaping up to be the perfect time to bust another straight boy’s cherry.

“Oh shit!” Mario whirled around. “Mr. James, can I use your phone? I’ve gotta call my wife. I forgot to tell her I was working out at another club tonight.”

“Sure, Mario, go ahead.”

“Thanks. Normally, Jose and I work out late on Wednesdays but I’ll let her know I’m gonna be home a little early tonight since I’m working out with you.”

Fuck! Damn! Shit! I had to stop him quickly or the night would be all for naught.

“Mario, can you call her from the club? I’ve got a tight schedule tonight and we really need to leave now. We shoulda left 15 minutes ago but you were running a bit late and . . .”

“Oh, sure, Mr. James, I’m sorry. I normally change clothes before I go to the gym. I wasn’t thinking about what your routine was.”

“That’s fine, Mario. We just need to leave now so I can keep on track. Okay?”

Mario smiled and said “Sure, let’s go.”

Yesssssssssssss! Saved again by quick thinking! I walked over to the closet, got out my gym bag, and we left the office. In the parking lot, I talked Mario into taking my car with me and told him I’d bring him back to his car later as I had some work to finish up.

On the way to the gym, Mario asked all sorts of questions about the Isomax, what kind of workout routine I did, how long I’d lifted, and more. I tried to answer him but every time I looked over at his smiling face, I couldn’t help but drop my gaze to his protruding pecs and swelling crotch. I don’t think he caught me checking him out but damn near! Damn near! I knew I had to get to the gym before I made a mistake and lost him forever.

At the gym, Mario spent a lot of time working his chest, arms, and butt. Obviously, he worked on them a lot given the kind of shape I saw them in! Fortunately, he didn’t remember about calling his wife and I certainly didn’t bring it back up.

I followed Mario’s routine, so as to keep up with him, and by the end of it he was drenched in sweat. During his exercises, I would count for him and give him encouragement. Overall, I was fine until his last exercise. With that one, he lay face down on a leg bench, held a weight to his chest and leaned down. Only the upper half of his body went down and his butt and leg muscles were pulled tight. Fuck, I almost lost it right then and there! Mario’s ass was so pronounced in those sweats, I wanted to rip’em off, pull his legs apart on the bench and just fuck him right there! I sighed deeply. Patience, Riley. Patience.

“I’m done, Mr. James. What have you got left?”

“I’m pretty beat Mario, so I think I’m done. And please . . . call me Riley.”

Mario smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Thanks, Riley. Are you ready to go now?”

Okay. Count down time. Time to throw my hook out to bait the Italian stud.

“Yeah, if you want Mario. I’m hot as hell though and a cold beer sure would taste good. You wanna join me?”

Mario thought for a moment and a hesitant look crossed his face.

“Thanks, Riley but I don’t think so. Maybe another time.”

“C’mon man! I’m buying. My regular workout partner and I toss back a few after our workouts and we trade-off buying. It’s my time to buy tonight. After all, you showed me your workout routine and I think I can use some of it in mine. So, let me treat you tonight.”

Mario frowned a little more and said, “I really would, Riley. Really, thanks. But I couldn’t buy ‘em next time, so it's probably better I just go home. Plus I’m in my workout clothes. I need to change.”

Fuck, this was one tough little bastard! But, like any other nut, you put enough pressure on it and eventually it’ll crack.

“Well, whatever. But I thought you might like to see Artista. It’s where I usually go.”

“Artista? No shit? You go there?”

Artista is one of the classier titty bars here. It’s THE place to go, especially for the young crowd. Artista is actually a club with private membership and I just happened to have a membership. Not for me, mind you. But a good friend of mine is related to the owner and I got a discounted membership that way. I’ve used it before with my straight prey and it has always been a clincher. I figured Mario would bust his nut just to get in. Little did he know that if he went with me, he’d be busting a nut alright. Just not like he thought he would.

“Yeah, I have a membership. But, I understand. If you wanna go home . . .”

“Hell yeah, man! I’ll go!”

Time for a little more pushing to get him firmly in my corner.

“You sure? I don’t want it to be a problem for you, Mario. I mean, won’t your wife wonder where you are?”

“Ah, she don’t need to know about this. And anyway, she knows Jose and I are always out late on our workout nights. She won’t think twice about it.”

“Well . . . if you’re sure. I just don’t want to cause any prob . . .”

“Hell yeah, I’m sure! That is . . . if you don’t mind buying the drinks. I don’t have much in my wallet right now.”

Poor little Mario. So broke. So eager to go. So horny. So ready to get fucked!

I smiled back at him. “Sure man, no problem. Let’s go.”

As usual, Artista was packed. I guess all the churches were out for the night and the faithful were communing with the unwashed masses. Regardless, there were men all over the place, whistling at the women dancing on stage, trying to pick up a score for the night and god knows what else. Mario was a little speechless as we first walked in but after we sat down and ordered our first drink, he started grinning and ogling the girls as well. Evidently being in his workout clothes didn’t bother him too much now either.

I egged him on, keeping him tanked up on beer for the first hour. After that, I ordered an Artista Bedrocker. That was the house specialty and had vodka, rum, and 3 fruit juices all mixed together. Believe me, it was one powerful drink! The great thing about it was you could drink them over and over and get wasted without realizing it. No sooner would Mario get finished with one then I’d order him another. After 2 hours of drinking, talking to the big-tittied nude dancers, fondling the waitresses (who I tipped well for the inconvenience), and generally letting lose, Mario was one fucked up guy. And horny. Hell, his cock was very noticeable in his sweats but Mario didn’t seem to give a shit. One of the waitresses had kept her eye on him during the evening and even started sitting down on his lap after a while. Mario just laughed and ran his hands all over her. The feeling was mutual because you could tell she was rubbing his cock and running her hands under his little cut-off t-shirt as well. The last time she left to go back to the bar, a huge tent was showing in his sweats. Trust you me, I wanted to go down and suck that big Italian salami in my mouth quick but knew I had to get him outta there if I wanted more than just that.

“Mario! Hey Mario! Are you ready to go, bud?”

Mario was standing up yelling at a dancer. He was swaying and kept holding on to his chair to keep from falling. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh . . . my heterosexual fish was baited, hooked, and ready to be reeled in. I yelled at him again.

“MARIO!”

Mario drunkenly lurched around, grinning like an idiot, and said “Yeahhhh . . .”

“I said, are you ready to go?”

“Ma-annn . . . I’mmmmm gon-naaaa . . . fuk dat . . . mmmmmm, hoooo . . .”

I grabbed Mario’s arm and pulled him towards me.

“C’mon, you’re wasted Mario. I’m gonna take you home.”

“Fffuck dat, maaaaan . . .”

Yes, ole homeboy was seriously flying. I pulled him with me and he stumbled right along like a kid, muttering and hiccupping. When I put him in the car, he started thrashing around a little, trying to get out. I pushed him back hard, buckled the seat belt and pulled it tight against him. Mario kept trying to move but couldn’t coordinate his movements. I drove off and headed towards my house.

“Mario . . . just sit back and relax, man. You’re totally drunk.”

Mario kept muttering something but I couldn’t understand him. After a couple of minutes, his movements got weaker and finally stopped. When I looked over, Mario was passed out. Smiling, I drove a little faster towards my house.

Ordinarily I don’t take my straight victims to my house. Especially those that know me. In this case, Mario even worked at my company and it wasn’t too smart to give him any ammunition to use if he tried to make problems for me later. But ole Mario was so fucked up, I knew he wouldn’t remember much about tonight. Plus, I had a little insurance policy I would use to keep his lips sealed.

Mario was starting to snore as I pulled into my garage. Getting out of the car, I went over to the passenger side and opened the door. Mario was sleeping like a baby, hands by his side, legs spread, head turned on the car seat. Looking down at his crotch, I couldn’t resist giving his cock a squeeze. It wasn’t hard like it had been at Artista but it was definitely big! I started massaging his cock but pulled back and stopped. Fool, get him inside! Then . . . THEN . . . you can have all the fun you want.

As I pulled Mario from the car, I thought he’d wake up but nope. He was one fucking heavy muscle boy! I pulled his arm around my neck, put my arm around his chest and pulled him towards the house. My hand wandered up under his tee and I could feel his big hairy pec. Fuck, it felt good! As I squeezed his muscular pec, I caught his full nipple between my fingers and started to stroke it. Shit, my cock went from hard to harder to hardest in 3 seconds flat!

Inside the house, I took Mario to my bedroom and laid him on the bed. He was still out of it but was trembling every now and then. I was ready to see his hunky little body in all its glory, but first things first.

I walked over to my closet and went inside. A second door opened to the right. Inside, the lights of my digital recording system winked and stood ready to film the fuck of another straight muscle stud. I had spent over $12,000 on this system, with cameras installed all over the house. The system could record on videotape, DVD, and even to a digital chip for video streaming. It also provided excellent editing tools so I could mask faces, remove scenes, and even manipulate audio. It was a gay man’s dream for keeping alive memories of his sexual encounters. At least, it was good for memories of this gay boy’s sexual encounters with his straight men! I adjusted the settings, making sure I got maximum lighting and exposure. Mario didn’t know it but he was about to become a porn star.

When I walked back in the bedroom, Mario was starting to move slightly on the bed. The room was still pretty light but I turned down the lights slightly so that Mario wouldn’t recognize his surroundings. I walked back over and stood over him as he lay on the bed.

God he was fucking gorgeous! As Mario began to wake from his drunken haze, my eyes caressed his full lips surrounded by that sexy goatee. They moved down to see the twin mounds of chest muscle pulled tight against his flimsy t-shirt, the nipples poking out. I leaned down and bit his right nipple through the material, savoring the feel of it in my mouth. As I chewed on his nipple, I reached down and ran my hand back and forth over his flat, hard stomach, feeling the hairy trail that led down into his pants. Mario’s movements became stronger as if he was trying to figure out who was fondling him. As my lust consumed me, I reached down to the edge of his shirt and began pulling the material in opposite directions. A ripping sound filled the room as Mario’s shirt opened up revealing his hairy Italian chest, muscular pecs, and meaty nipples. I ripped the collar in two and pulled the shirt from Mario’s body.

Oh yeah. Yeahhhhhhhhhh. Shit. Here was prime grade A man meat! I straddled Mario’s body and sat my ass down on his crotch, feeling his big cock push against my butt. Mario began struggling slightly as I sat on him and I knew I’d have to get him under control quickly. Finding his ruined t-shirt, I quickly ripped it into four strips and grabbed his right wrist. I tied the end of one strip around that wrist and then did the same for his other one. Before he knew what was happening, I leaned over and tied the other end of the two strips to the headboard, pulling his arms backwards. Mario continued to struggle slightly but he was still so far out of it, his struggles were too weak to do anything.

As Mario continued to thrash about, I got up and moved quickly to the end of the bed. He still had on his sweatpants, shoes, and socks and I practically pulled off his socks and shoes in one fell swoop. As he felt his shoes come off, Mario started to move about even more and I was afraid he’d get too wild if I tried to get his sweats off. So I took the last two strips of his torn t-shirt and tied his ankles to the end of the bed frame. Mario struggled the entire time but eventually his legs were tied tight to the bed and his struggles looked more like a fish flopping around out of the water.

“Whaaaaassssss . . . mmmmmmmmmmm . . .  whaaaaaaaaaaassssss go’in . . . onnnnn . . .”

Ahhhhhhhhhh. My little Italian maintenance man was coming around. I didn’t say anything for a minute but watched him carefully to see what he’d do.

Mario’s mind was thick and sluggish and he couldn’t figure out where he was. The room was fairly dark but he thought he could make out a figure standing at the end of the bed. Mario tried to move his arms down to his sides, but he couldn’t move them.

“Welcome back, Mario.”

A voice. A distant voice. Mario thought he recognized the voice but his thoughts were so clouded, he wasn’t sure he was even thinking straight.

“Wh . . . whooo . . . whooooo . . . who youuu . . .”

“Don’t worry about it, Mario. All you need to do is lay back and relax.”

Mario tried to get up but his arms and legs wouldn’t cooperate. He struggled some more as he began to realize they were tied up. He heard the man’s distant voice speak to him again.

“Mario, just lay back and relax. You’re gonna enjoy this.”

Mario shook his head, trying to put his surroundings into focus. Enjoy this? What was he talking about? Enjoy what? Suddenly Mario felt a hand move over his chest and begin to pinch his nipples slightly. God, he thought, as his head lolled back and forth. What was happening?

“Fuck baby, you feel soooooooo good. I can’t wait to get to the rest of you.”

The rest of you? Even in his drunken state, Mario began to understand the meaning of the hands moving more over his chest and stomach. The meaning of the hands fondling his pecs and nipples. The meaning of the MAN’S hands that seemed to be roaming all over his body.

Shit, he thought. Fuck. Oh no. Nooooo. Nooooooooooooooo.

As the hands wandered over his body and the touch became more sexual, Mario’s mind began to feel the fear he’d always felt about other men being attracted to him. Mario knew several gay guys and he had no problem with them. He was flattered that they admired his swarthy Italian good looks and chiseled body. But deep in his mind, he was always scared that one day they would want to do more than look at him. Mario knew he could defend himself if they tried something other than looking but the thought of another man even TOUCHING him was too much for words. Now the moment he’d always feared seemed to be coming true as the strange man began stroking his chest and running his hands through his hair. Mario began shaking his head.

“Noooooooo . . . noooooo . . . stopppp . . .”

“Mario, I told you. Relax! You’ll enjoy this.”

“Wh . . . whe . . . wherrreeee . . . uuhhhhhh . . . “

“Don’t talk, baby. Be quiet. Let’s enjoy this.”

“NOO . . .  STOPPPP . . .”

Damn, Mario felt good! Running my fingers through the thick hair on his chest and stomach was such a turn on! Especially when I worked my hands towards his pecs and they went up those delicious mounds of muscle! Evidently Mario was beginning to figure out what was happening as he started muttering and trying to talk to me. I wasn’t sure if he knew who it was yet, but I didn’t care. He was MINE now and I was going to enjoy every minute of his muscular body!

As great as his chest felt, I knew that I was very interested in his lower region as well. But those fucking sweat pants were in the way! What to do, what to do. An evil thought crept into my mind and I smiled when I thought about it. Grinning evilly, I walked to the kitchen, got out my sharpest knife, and brought it back to the room. I stood in the doorway for a minute to let my eyes adjust to the room. All of a sudden, I heard Mario start to squeal.

Fuuuck! He has a knife, Mario thought. As he lifted up his head and saw the stranger in the doorway, Mario could see the silhouette of the knife in his hand. Fear raced through his body and he began struggling to free himself.

“Fuuuuckkkkk . . . nooooooooooo . . . get . . . back . . .”

As the man moved towards him, Mario struggled more with his bonds, trying to get free.

What the hell was he doing? I stood there for a couple of moments and then realized Mario had seen the knife in my hand. After a few seconds, I smiled and moved towards the bed. This might be easier than I thought!

“Look motherfucker, quit moving! If you don’t lie still, I’ll cut you.”

Mario stopped struggling.

“If you say another word, I’ll cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs! Shut the fuck UP!!”

Neither sound nor movement came from the bed. I guess the knife convinced Mario that I would use it. Of course, I really intended to use it for one thing and one thing only. Something I proceeded to do right now.

Walking to the end of the bed, I ran my hand up Mario’s leg. Even with his sweat pants on, I could feel how firm his calf and thigh muscles were. As I got closer to his crotch, Mario moved slightly, trying to close his legs. I squeezed his thigh and put the knife on his cock bulge.

“Be careful, baby. You move too much and I might accidentally cut your cock.”

The movement stopped abruptly. I grinned again. Straight men. They’re always so touchy about their cocks!

As I ran my hand over his muscles, I moved on the bed in between Mario’s thighs. I looked at Mario but his head was turned to the side and he wouldn’t look at me. I grabbed his cock roughly and started squeezing it. Except for a slight gasp, Mario didn’t move. Slowly, I leaned over and put my fingers inside the top of his sweats and pulled them up. As the pants pulled up from his crotch, I started cutting through the waistband. Once it was cut, I carefully pulled the knife down and it began to split open the front of Mario’s sweats.

Mario closed his eye. Oh fuck. Fuuuuuuuck! Please don’t let him cut me, Mario thought. He could feel the strong tug of his sweats as they ripped open. As the knife got closer to his crotch, Mario pushed his ass down, trying to keep the steel away from his cock. He felt the knife stop and then fingers grab his pants mid-thigh. Suddenly, the stranger ran the knife through his pants again as he cut them open from his thigh down to his ankles. My god, Mario thought, what am I gonna do? He’s ripping my fucking pants off.

God how I love to strip a man! The sound of Mario’s pants ripping open sent waves of pleasure through me and I continued slicing open both legs. Finally, after the material was in tatters, I ripped the pants apart at the seams and began pulling them off. Mario moved a little, trying to keep from losing the last vestiges of his clothing but it was for naught. As I pulled the last of the material away, Mario’s jockstrap was all that was left. The front pouch was full with his huge cockmeat. I severed the waistband and straps with two easy cuts, pulled hard, and voila! Jockstrap Italiano was gone for good. I put the knife down and smiled. Now it was time to look at my prize.

My eyes had adjusted to the darkened room and my heart started pounding at what I saw. Gorgeous doesn’t begin to describe Mario’s body. Even with his arms and legs tied down, his muscular physique was clearly displayed. Mario’s chest was perfect. Thick, dark hair started at the top of his chest and went down over his big, muscular pecs with pink juicy nipples jutting out from the edge. Hair went down the valley between his pecs, down his flat stomach, and into his trimmed bush. Mario’s legs were also covered in black hair, very masculine but not overly hairy. His uncut dick lay between his massive thighs, thick and inviting. Mario’s nuts looked good too, with the same curly black hair that flowed over his body lightly covering them. Filled with lust, I reached out and began to squeeze his thick Italian cock. After a few moments of squeezing and feeling the fat shaft, I began stroking his foreskin over his cockhead.

Mario’s thick cock began to lengthen as I stroked it. He had been motionless as I stripped his sweat pants off of him but the minute I started jacking his huge meat, he began to squirm. Goddamn you shoulda seen how big his cock got! It length was nice but it was fucking thick! I mean fucking THICK! As it got bigger, I tried to squeeze my thumb and forefinger together around it. But that damn cock was so fat they couldn’t even touch each other! There was at least a half inch distance between them and I felt like I was holding a bottled water container. And the head. Shit, that sucker was so pink and smooth, my mouth started watering! I couldn’t stand it anymore and stuck that big fat rod in my mouth fast.

Mario felt a warm, hot, wet sensation surround his cock and jerked his head up. Fuuuuuuuckkk! Another guy was starting to suck his cock! Mario started to move his body to try to get the mouth off of his cock but was scared the guy would cut him if he moved again. As he watched his thick Italian meat go down the throat of another guy, Mario’s cock started feeling weird. He’d gotten blown by women before and he loved having his dick sucked. But the blow job this guy was doing on him felt different. He was more aggressive and sucked his cock harder than any other woman had. Mario felt the lips tighten around his shaft, the tongue licking, slurping, and swirling around his head. It was as if the guy was trying to suck his cock off of his body and down his throat! After a few moments, Mario closed his eyes and laid his head back down. His dick was starting to feel good and he could feel his nuts churning, aching to release their load.

Mario tensed up when I took his plump meat in my mouth but after a few minutes of intense sucking, I could feel him relax. Once again, a mouth is a mouth is a mouth! I sucked that fucking cock like a vacuum, tasting a lot of tasty pre-cum and knew it wouldn’t be long before Mario shot me a big load. I held his plump nuts in my hand and could hear him panting. Suddenly, I felt his shaft get super hard and his fat head began to expand. I swirled my tongue around his head a couple of more times and heard Mario begin to groan as his pelvis rose towards my face and his nuts began to draw up.

“Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . FUCK . . . . . ”

Thick, hot cum shot out of that head and gushed in my mouth. Mario screamed.

“FUCK! FUUUUCK! SHIT! UHHH . . . UHHH . . . UH . . .”

Two . . . three . . . four ropes of cum shot out of Mario’s cock and filled my mouth. Mario shoved his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, shooting cum and pushing it down my throat. I was glad his arms were tied up as I was sure he would have been shoving my head down hard on his dick! It was obvious that this Italian stud loved getting his cock in a warm, wet, hot place, be it a pussy, mouth, or ass.

Mario’s body shook a few more times and then began to settle down as he came down off his orgasm. I kept that fat hog in my mouth and licked around the head and piss slit, trying to get every last bit of cum his fat nuts produced. His dick began to lose its hardness and I let it slip from my mouth. Mario’s eyes were closed and he looked totally spent. I got off Mario, went over to my dresser, and spit his cum into an empty ashtray. I let some of it dribble down my throat so I could taste his Italian juice but saved the rest for later.

Sucking that big Italian meat only whetted my appetite. But now that I had sucked my hunky little stud good, it was now his turn to return the favor.

I knew the blow job had worn Mario out but all I needed was an open mouth! Mario’s eyes were closed and his head turned to the side, so I pulled it up so I could lower my cock into his mouth. As I pulled his head up, Mario opened his eyes. He had a puzzled look on his face and I didn’t know if it was because he recognized me or just wondered what I was going to do next.

“Riley . . . whattha fuck . . .”

Well, I guess that answered my question! I leaned down slightly and smiled.

“Hey baby! You have one fucking big cock!”

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Mario screamed. “MOTHERFUCKER!! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

“No can do, baby. I haven’t finished yet.”

“FUCK YOU! GET OFFA ME OR I’M GONNA CALL THE COPS!”

Looking angry, I reached over, and got the knife I’d used to cut off Mario’s clothes.

“What did you say motherfucker?”

Silence.

“C’mon bitch, tell me again! What did you say you were going to do?”

Mario’s breathing was hard and erratic as fear raced through his body.

“C’MON MARIO! C’MON YOU FUCKING BITCH! THREATEN ME AGAIN!”

“Riley . . .” Mario gasped. He was breathing so hard it was difficult for him to speak. “Riley . . . c’mon . . . take . . . take . . . that knife . . . away . . .”

I leaned down and put my mouth close to Mario’s face.

“Listen to me, you sexy fucker. I’m gonna finish what I started. You shut the fuck up. You hear me?”

Mario lay there, petrified with fear.

“I said, do you HEAR me? Answer me!”

“Yes . . .” Mario croaked.

“Good! This IS gonna happen, Mario. Count on it. You just lay back and go with the flow.”

Mario gulped heavily and nodded slightly. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Damn, my hunky Italian stud had pissed me off! But after that little episode, I wasn’t interested in a blow job anymore. I was still horny though and it was time to explore that big muscle ass that I knew would be tight as a drum.

I got up and went to the end of the bed and untied the strips that held his legs. Mario had lifted his head off the bed and was watching me carefully. As I untied the strips, he moved his legs slightly.

“Lay still! I’ll move you when I want you to move,” I growled at him. The leg movement stopped. Looking over at my dresser, I walked over and got the ashtray with Mario’s cum. I ran my finger around in it. It was cool but still gooey. Perfect.

I walked back over to the bed and got in between Mario’s legs. I reached down and pulled his legs up and began to push them back.

“No . . . no man . . . don’t do this . . .”

I looked at Mario’s face and smiled.

“Don’t do what, Mario?”

Panic showed in Mario’s face. “C’mon, Riley! I’m straight, man! You can’t do this!”

“Mario . . . I know you’re straight. Straight or gay, I don’t give a shit. But you’ve got one of the most fuckable asses I’ve ever seen. And I want it.”

“C’MON man, I’m MARRIED! If you wanna fuck a guy, fuck a gay guy! Why fuck me?”

“Because, Mario.”

“Because what?”

I smiled an especially evil smile and said sweetly, “Because I can.”

“Now, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“Riley, I . . .”

That did it. I’d told him to shut up but I could see he wasn’t gonna listen. He was still talking as I got off the bed, grabbed a piece of his ruined sweats, and raced over to his head. He stopped suddenly, startled by my sudden movement, then screeched “Riley, wait I . . .” before I shoved the sweats in his mouth and proceeded to tie them off. Mario shook his head from side to side, trying to keep me from gagging him but it only took me about 15 seconds to completely gag him. Now . . . I could get down to business.

Mario started struggling again as I got between his powerfully built legs. But all the alcohol he’d drunk, combined with his fear, seemed to have sapped his strength. His legs were flailing less and less as I grabbed them and continued to push them back. Little by little, I managed to push his legs back. I got between them and hooked my arms so that his legs couldn’t move.

“Mario, I told you, this is gonna happen. You’re gonna get fucked. You keep fighting me and it’s gonna hurt. Or I can make it easy on you if you try to relax and give it up to me. The choice is up to you.”

I looked at Mario and tears welled in his eyes again. After a few seconds, I could feel his body relax as he made his decision to give up his straight virgin fuckable ass to me. Mario turned his head to the side, evidently not wanting to see me bust his cherry.

As I pushed Mario’s legs further back, his muscular ass rose up and I looked at his ass crack. Like the rest of his body, black hair ran along the crack. I reached down and pulled his firm ass cheeks apart. God, just feeling that ass was heavenly! Mario’s crack was deep and I had to work hard to pull his muscular globes apart to see his soon-to-be-devirginized male pussy. Finally, it appeared, a nice tight hole surrounded by dark hair.

“Yeah Mario. You’ve got a fantastic ass, baby. So tight and fuckable. Who knows, when I finish fucking you, you just might find you enjoyed it and want someone else to fuck you. I’ve known it to happen.”

Tears welled up faster in Mario’s eyes and he couldn’t believe what was about to happen to him. He felt Riley rubbing something smooth and sticky around his asshole. Fuck. FUCK! This can’t be happening, he thought.

I watched Mario as I lubed his tight hole up with his own cum. I knew he was freaking, wondering how a strong, proud, heterosexual man could be in this position. I knew he was thinking about all that but I didn’t give a rat’s ass. This fine motherfucking ass was here, right in front of me, and my strong, proud, homosexual cock was gonna fuck it hard!

I stuck two fingers in Mario’s hole to try to open it up but it was tough going. Mario couldn’t help but squirm but after a couple of minutes of twisting and turning, his hole began to loosen up a little. I used more cum to lube my cock and kept loosening Mario’s hole. Finally, I pulled my fingers out, pushed his legs back one final time, and put my well lubed, cum covered cock at his hole. I could feel Mario tense up as I began to push my cock in. Mario’s tight ass resisted me and I kept pushing. I felt his hole begin to open slightly and I pushed harder. Suddenly, the resistance gave way and I pushed my cock all the way in. I heard Mario groan loudly into his gag as my cock filled his cherry ass.

Fuck, I practically melted as my hard cock was gripped by Mario’s tight ass! The feeling of being in a tight virgin ass is almost indescribable! Mario’s ass was like a furnace. It felt like my cock was surrounded by a wet, heated glove. As Mario’s groans penetrated my hearing, I knew it was agony for him. I didn’t move and just let my cock sit in that tight hole, feeling the heat surrounding it. As his groans lessened, I pulled my cock back and pushed it back in. Mario began groaning again but I kept fucking. After a few strokes, I pushed Mario’s legs back on his chest and began fucking him harder. His groans were dying down and I could hear him lightly moaning as I fucked. I stopped a moment to put more cum on my cock and Mario’s hole and began fucking again. Mario’s hole was opening up and the cum was making his hole slicker. I started long dicking Mario, pulling my cock almost completely out and then shoving it all the way back in.

Shit. Oh Christ, Mario’s mind screamed. He’s fucking me. He’s actually FUCKING me! As Riley’s cock first filled him, Mario felt like a hard pole was being shoved up his ass. Everytime Riley sunk his cock in, the pain took his breath away. After being fucked a few minutes, the pain began to dull and Mario just lay there, crying and letting Riley pound his ass. He felt dirty and used and just wanted the fuck to be over.

I felt Mario’s body go slack and knew the worst of it was over for him. I kept shoving my dick in full, enjoying the feel of Mario’s tight ass surrounding my cock. I could feel my nuts boiling up and knew I was about to cum. But I wanted my fuck of this sexy Italian stud to last.

I pulled out of Mario, reached for the knife and walked over to the head of the bed. Mario just laid there, no movement, no nothing. Quickly I cut through the strips that bound his hands to the bed and Mario’s arms just fell onto the bed. I don’t know if he thought it was over but I had news for him. It wasn’t.

I pulled Mario’s body up and rolled him over at the same time. The twin peaks of his ass rose from the bed . . . full, round, muscular, bubbled. As Mario lay on his stomach, I pulled his legs apart and sunk my cock back into his tight hole. That straight ass welcomed me like an old friend, surrounding me . . . welcoming me . . . stroking me . . . making me feel like a pure fuck machine. I got up on my hands and feet, angled my fuck into that hot Italian man pussy, and started pounding away. Mario just lay there, totally defeated as I fucked . . . and fucked . . . and fucked.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore. My balls were churning and I could feel my hot cum rising. It was so hot, I could feel it and I fucked faster to get it up and out into Mario’s ass. After shoving my cock hard in Mario’s ass a few more times, my cock exploded and I could feel the ropes of cum shoot out . . . and out . . . and out . . .

I fucked a few more strokes and then collapsed on top of Mario.

Mario moved his head slowly, groggy from the ass pounding. He felt Riley on top of him but was too weak to move. He had grimaced when he felt Riley’s cum shoot into him but was relieved it was over. Riley laid there for a couple of minutes and he could feel his cock soften in his sore ass.

I felt Mario move slightly under me and pulled my deflating cock out of his ass. Getting off the bed, I grabbed a towel and started to wipe myself off. After wrapping myself in the towel, I looked at Mario but he hadn’t moved. I got a pair of shorts and a shirt out of my dresser, walked over to them, and handed them to him.

“Mario . . .”

No answer.

“Mario . . . it’s over. I’m gonna take you back to your car now.”

Mario moved slowly, turning over and looking at me. Tears glistened in his eyes and he looked totally lost.

“Here, wear these.”

As Mario began crawling out of bed, I dressed and then walked over to my video remote control, re-setting it to the beginning. I watched Mario put on the shorts and shirt slowly.

“Mario, I want you to see this.”

I pressed the play button and the video began showing on my 80 inch HD display. I looked over at Mario and he had a totally blank look on his face as the horror of his night began to transpire again before his eyes. After 30 seconds, I stopped it.

“You breathe a word of this to anyone Mario and this recording goes to your wife. No matter what happens to me, no matter what you do, your wife is gonna see this.” I turned the recording back on.

Mario watched it for a few moments, then slowly turned and looked blankly at me. 

“Fucker, I’m gonna kill you. You raped me. You’re gonna go to jail.”

I laughed.

“Mario, I told you. You do what you want but if you say anything about tonight, your wife is gonna see how her strong, masculine, straight husband got fucked up the ass. You report me to the cops and at my trial, they’ll show this as evidence. Then everyone will see how you got ass fucked by another man. Ass FUCKED. By another MAN. No matter what happens to me, everyone . . . everyone . . . will know you were fucked. You understand?”

Mario looked at me silently. I stood there and stared back at him straight in the face. After a few moments, he started crying again.

“Bastard! YOU BASTARD! I HATE you! How could you DO THAT to me?!”

I didn’t answer Mario because I knew any answer wouldn’t satisfy him. The truth was that he was sexy and fuckable . . . and I wanted him. End of story.

I also knew that he wouldn’t report me to the police. The look of shame on his face was unmistakable when he saw the recording and he realized that others would be able to see his rape. I was counting on his straight macho heterosexual pride which would let him suffer in silence and never admit what had happened.

“Whatever, Mario. Let’s go.”

As we drove back to the office, Mario just looked out the window with his hand over his mouth. I hummed softly and then asked him a question.

“Hey Mario, maybe you can talk Jose into coming over to my house some night, huh? I think we’d have a lot of fun together. Even you can get in on it.”

Mario didn’t look at me and I heard him mutter, “Fuck you.”

“Fine, Mario. If you don’t want to help me, I’m sure your wife will enjoy seeing that recording of your little love session tonight.”

Mario turned around quickly, a look of fear in his face. I kept on talking.

“Of course, if you’re willing to help me with Jose and get to know him like I did you, I’d be happy to keep that recording to myself. After all, it’s your choice.”

Mario thought a minute, looked down and took a deep breath. After a few moments, he looked back out the window.

“Fuck. You are a sorry asshole.” He paused, and then said softly, “I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Just don’t hurt him, okay?”

I smiled and began humming again.

“Why Mario! You know I’d never do anything like that!”