Sweet Dreams

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

The afterglow of sex with Strand was probably the best thing about having sex with Strand. The heaving, sweaty, primal pounding he threw into me was the set up for a long, deep sleep as my muscles recovered from the different contortions and acrobatics his fucking put my body through. When he was done, sometimes he would stay inside me until he caught his breath. Most of the time he would roll off me, panting and sweaty and mumbled little comments about what a great fuck I was or how hot I am.

Last night was one of those nights. He finished inside of me, rolled off and fell asleep. I was glad because after that violent romp, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about it. I wanted to sleep.

This is the best thing about business trips, the sex. My job takes me out of town often at least, once a month. I leave the wife and kid at home and I take a short flight to the next state over for a week of meetings, lunches and fucking. You see, I’m really into younger guys, muscular guys, athletic and masculine and this particular town I travel to most often is a college town. College town means horny frat boys and horny frat boys mean hot hook ups where I get fucked silly. It’s the only time I can get away, hook up with a hot, college jock and get my brains fucked out and no one will ever find out back home. I get to release my outer persona of a hard-ass, control freak boss and let someone else take control.

I’m older but I’ve found a regular horny frat boy who loves to fuck older guys. I’m different than most dads out there. I’m still hot. I work out and that attracts young studs like Stand. It’s more of a dominance thing for him. I think maybe he has daddy issues or authority issues or both. All I know is he likes to get on me and load my ass up with as much cum as he wants. I give him a key to my hotel room, and I tell him to stop by whenever he wants and stay as long as he wants. The kid is fucking hot too. He’s shorter than my six-foot-two, probably around five-foot-ten. But he’s a wrestler. He’s built, ripped and strong as an ox for his size and he’s cocky, confident and alpha. All that compensates for his height. Besides, having a kid that young and smaller than me drilling into my muscular butt is fucking hot.

I have the best dreams on the nights Strand would abuse my body and my hole. Sexy dreams filled with an element of kink that sneaks in like leather, bondage, threesomes, gang bangs. He thinks it’s sexy and tells me he thinks it’s all hot. I even told him about a rape fantasy once and it got him hard. My biggest fantasy was to have two boys like him rape me and use me. That’s what fuels my dreams and when I’m back home it’s what I think about when I’m fucking my wife. And I love the fuck-talk Strand hissed into my ear; the names he called me; slut, whore, bitch, daddy. He growls into my ear and says I’m a hot dad, he asks me if I want it rough or gentle. He likes to talk about the fantasies he wants to help me fulfill while he thrusts in and out of my tight hole. Whatever I last remember hearing or feeling before sleep was the fodder for my dreams.

Tonight, I was having one of those dreams. I dreamt I was being taken from behind while sucking the cock of some faceless musclebound jock boy. Being spit-roasted was a huge fantasy of mine, one I’d shared with Strand many times. He said someday it would come true and he would be there to see it.

The dream was so real. It was as if I could actually feel his cock pushing against my tight pink hole. It was painful but I flexed my ass to accommodate his girth. The pressure against my ass became intense and suddenly I stirred awake with a scream.

With the pain of a sudden thrust into my hole, I felt the weight of him on my back, one arm wrapped around my throat. I was shocked out my hazy awakening realizing Strand was fucking me in my sleep. The fact that he took me when it was convenient for him with no regard to my wishes or my being conscious was a huge turn on for me. That’s the way he is and that’s the way I like him. However, it was a new maneuver for him; fucking me while I was still asleep. I could just imagine him waking up, looking over and seeing my long muscular body laying ass up, and thinking what a great ass it is, and he just needed nothing more than to fuck it right then and there.

The sudden penetration had made my eyes shoot open and my head jerk up off the pillow. I screamed out in pain, but his hand clamped over my mouth making my screams come out muffled. My first instinct was to push myself up, but he wrapped his powerful arms around my chest, pinning my arms and pushing me down on the bed face first. He didn’t start slow; it was a rocket blasting straight into my gut. I struggled but he was stronger which caused some alarm as I was taller and twenty pounds heavier of thick muscle. I thought I was stronger even though he too was comprised of thick, hard, athletic muscle. Obviously, his compact smaller body was stronger than it looked. Maybe it had something to do with him being fifteen years younger than me. Youth has its advantages.

Still, even this felt a little brazen for a frat boy, a clan notorious for date rape or just rape in general. I guess I asked for this. I wanted a much younger alpha, one with strength and power enough to handle my powerhouse body. Being fifteen years older, married and a father of two didn’t stop me from maintaining my former college athlete’s physique. It’s what attracts men of Strand’s caliber. No dad-bod for me.

Strand continued his assault on my bulbous ass. I was still struggling but his arms were like steel bands around my torso. This was as rough as he has ever been with me. His roughness was why I continued to see him. It was a must have for me. But this was by far the roughest he’d ever been.

My body was being shoved forward repeatedly and my legs were being splayed apart. While I was filled with fear, I was still aroused knowing I could have been taken so easily. If I didn’t know better, I would have guessed his cock had grown in size.

It was then I looked out the corner of my eye and my heart dropped into my stomach. Strand was standing next to the bed stroking his hard erection. If he was standing there, who was inside me? That made me freak out and I struggled even harder than I did before. Who was on top of me? Who had their cock in my ass and who was so bold as to do it without my permission? It’s one thing to let a regular fuck buddy do this to me but a whole other thing for a total stranger to do it. My alpha side came to the surface to take over. I was in control of who knew about me and my extracurricular activities. I was beyond pissed and a hot fuck buddy or not, I wanted to beat the shit out of Strand. I struggled with all my might but still found it difficult to gain ground. Whoever was on me and in me was not having it. I was his to rape.

Strand picked up a t-shirt off the floor and stuffed it in my mouth.

“Fuck, Strand. Hot dad’s a fighter,” said the low gruff voice on top of me.

“Just keep raping that ass. Don’t let him fool you. He loves it,” Strand said reassuring my assailant that he was within his bounds.

I looked at Strand and tried to yell but all that come out were muffled words and grunts. I tried to push up and buck the guy off me.

“Stay down, fucker!” the voice said with a hard slam into my ass and a massive bear hug.

“No, let him fight it. It just makes it tighter for you, dude,” Strand said still stroking his eight-inch cock. He was smiling. Not a grin but a devious smile while he bit his bottom lip. It looked like he was watching his favorite porn movie.

“Damn, dude. You weren’t shitting me. He’s a fucking stud. You always find the good ones,” my fucker commented between grunts.

I was now groaning through the t-shirt stuffed in my mouth. I’m sure Strand could make out his name from my grunts. I was still trying to piece this all together; amazing sex last night, a deep relaxing sleep only to be shocked awake by an onslaught of cock raping my tender ass.

“Of course, dude. Fucking handsome, isn’t he? I know a fucking pussy boy when I see one,” said strand with a cocky sneer. “Don’t I, Kale?” he asked me with a wink.

I felt the arms squeeze me tighter and the body on top of me stopped, the cock injected all the way in. I felt a warm breath on my ear. I could feel his heaving chest on my back.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, dad,” the young voice said in a chuckle, gravely whisper. “You can only fight this for so long, dad,” he said the words with condescension, emphasizing the last word: dad. “But I agree with Strand, your shit it tight when you fight. Keep fighting me old man.”

They both laughed while I was being screwed very slowly, feeling the full effect of the huge dick burrowing through me. This slower movement felt good, felt more pleasurable. How long this would last, I didn’t know.

“Strand says your fine ass is married,” he said into my ear before a gentle lick to my lobe. “Big, straight muscle dad not getting what he wants from his wife,” he taunted. “You need your pussy filled with college jock cock to get off. Strand found himself a piece of prime-A ass. You are fucking hot for an older guy, you know that? Hot fucking dad pussy.”

His fucking sped up and again. I felt the heavy body on top of me take control and drill the ass under him. The guy had rhythm and screwed with the finesse of a stripper. The respite from the hard fucking before was only to give me a chance to recover before another show of force.

“Take this shirt out of his pretty mouth,” Strand commented as he pulled the shirt out of my mouth.

“Fuck you, Strand!” I roared out. “I’m going to fucking kill you?”

“Kale, don’t you fucking threaten me. It’s two against one, asshole. This is what you wanted, remember?” Strand snapped back.

“What?” I asked between deep grunts from the rutting my ass was experiencing. “I never said anything about this, you fucking bastard!”

“Yeah, you did, Kale. You told me you’ve always had a rape fantasy. You’re getting it,” Strand said with his hands out and a shrug of his massive shoulders.

I clenched my teeth and groaned from the jolt of electric power I felt in my ass like this guy’s cock was a lightning rod.

The second I had time to breath I said, “Fuck!” I screamed. “I meant roleplay between you and me, you dumb fuck!”

They both laughed again. “Oh. My mistake,” Strand said with obvious sarcasm. “You should have been clearer. I mean you did tell me that while your legs were over my shoulders and you were panting like a whore.”

My fucker laughed again while deep breathing. “No shit? Were you panting like a fucking whore, dad? Big dude like you, taking cock up your married ass.” I felt a slap along the side my head. “Your fucking kids would be so fucking disappointed if they knew you were like this. But it’s good for dudes like Strand and me.”

Strand kneeled down, rested his chin on the bed next to my face. His blue eyes twinkled as if he were having the time of his life. He ran a hand through my thick blondish brown hair, brushing it off my forehead. His tight-lipped smile told me I was there to do his bidding.

“You’re so fucking handsome, Kale. You know what makes me the luckiest guy in the world?” he asked as my top slowed down again. “You. I know how you like to please me. I know how much you like it when you use your body to make me happy. Well, you’re doing it right now. Seeing your stacked muscular body taking a hard fuck without your consent, well, that gets me the fuck off. I like knowing you’re this closeted, straight, married DILF with a jacked body who hates his corporate job, hates being the boss, hates to take control day in and day out so he steps out on his wife and finds what he needs swinging on the cock of a hot boy, fifteen-years younger and fifteen times more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

I listen, with tears in my eyes, not from the pain of getting raped but the knowledge that he sees right through me. I’m a piece of shit. I use my power and status to get what I want, to put on a show but I really want to just shed that fake existence and give total control to this boy who knows how to take it so well. How he knows what he’s doing at this young age is a question for later.

I crane my head back, finally seeing who has been fucking me. The guy was huge. This guy was hot! He looked to be Latino, Brazilian maybe. His muscles had muscles. He grinned pearly white teeth that seemed to glow in contrast to his tan complexion. He had a lantern jaw, a little scruff which I had felt earlier on my cheek. His jet-black hair was buzzed on the sides and faded into a thick crop of wavy hair. His neck was thick as were his muscular traps and his biceps were like softballs. He was just my type: young, hot, muscular and cocky. His thrusting had stopped, and he stay still inside me. I wanted to admit that it felt good, but I was feeling embarrassed and I didn’t want to give these two boys the pleasure of seeing me question myself, my masculinity, my choices.

“Now, my buddy Rush here is going to finish inside that sweet married dad pussy…”

Shocked, I blurted out, “Strand, NO!” I say as I try to dislodge the fat cock in my ass.

I turned my head back to Rush and tried to assert myself which must have been laughable in the position I was in. “Do NOT cum in me, asshole!” I warned Rush with fire in my eyes. “I will fucking end you!”

There was no way I wanted some cocky muscle head kid to spray my insides with his jizz. It was humiliating to be in this position against my will. Fuck, I probably would have let them both fuck me if they had just asked. But this was a violation above all violations; to cum in another guy’s ass without asking.

Rush laughed while looking at Strand. “Is he serious right now?” The expression on his face was one of sheer amusement that I would try and challenge it.

“Hey, Kale!” Strand said with a slap to my face. “I don’t think you want to say no to Rush. It won’t end well. I don’t think I could stop him if I wanted to, dude.”

My cheek stung from the slap. I don’t hate being slapped around but it took me by surprise. “FUCK!” I growled knowing I had no choice in the matter. “But I only want YOU to cum in me,” I pleaded with Strand.

“I know you do. That’s what makes this so fun,” he said with a cocky, devious grin. “Now, be a good bitch. You’re going to carry his babies no matter what. Struggle or not, he doesn’t care, Kale. Right, Rush?”

“Nope,” Rush confirmed.

Rush slid out to the tip and rammed back in. For a full two minutes his body slammed mine into the mattress, his huge cock filling my ass and I loved it. It was after that two minutes that his baritone voice roared loudly, reverberating through the small room and felt his cock expand and jettison a thick, hot load into my gut. Then another. Then another before pulling out, giving my ass a slap and stepping off the bed.

I lay flat, my chest heaving and still pissed. I slowly turned over and saw the glory that was Rush and his nineteen-year-old body. All six-feet-eight inches and two-hundred-twenty pounds of football muscle. I leaned back resting on my elbows, my asshole swollen and throbbing. I sneered at them. They could tell I was pissed but Strand knew me well enough that if I wanted to keep getting fucked by him that I would stand down. I had to.

Rush finally got to see me from the front, and he raised an eyebrow as if pleasantly surprised.

“Damn. You ARE a handsome fucker,” he commented before he raised a fist to bump with Strand. “Fuck,” he grinned at me not only for being hot but for also being up to his standards.

“I know, right?” Strand agreed with a proud look on his face. So proud of himself that he found a prize like me.

“I would never have guessed he was into dick,” Rush said. “He doesn’t look like any dad I’ve ever seen. I like his dad-pussy,” he growled and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes as I listen to them talk about me like I wasn’t there.

“Hey, I’m right here, dick head,” I said in frustration, cum leaking from my well-fucked hole. I hated the disrespect but the total disregard for my input was making me horny.

They both looked at me with amused surprise that I would be disrespectful to the man who had just overpowered me and could easily do it again.

“He’s my dad-pussy. Right, Kale?” Strand taunted.

I was still pissed. Half of me wanted to punch them, the other half wanted them to tag team me. Right now, my cock was still hard, and I was heavily leaning towards the tag teaming. I gave him a tight-lipped smile in agreement but also telling him I was embarrassed at the same time.

Rush picked up my dress shirt off the floor and wiped his cock off with it.

“Hey!” I tried to protest.

“Relax, muscle-dad,” Strand said to me with a condescending pat to the head.

“Strand, when’s the next time I can screw his ass again?” Rush asked as he eye fucked me.

Strand looked at me as if giving me a chance to answer but no. “Whenever I say you can.”

My face flushed red. I liked being controlled but I hadn’t anticipated being shared.

“Right, Kale?” he continued, “I mean, you’re here in town a couple of times a month so I’m sure I’ll get that itch to watch you bitch out for my buddy, Rush.”

The thought did make my dick hard. It was hard to miss when I’m sitting there naked.

Strand laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said nodding at my stiffening cock.

“Dad with a jacked body and a huge cock,” Rush observed with a devious grin, staring lasers into my eyes. I couldn’t help but get turned on seeing the hunger for my body in the boy’s eyes. “I need to find one like you. Constant deep fucks with a hard bodied older dude. Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Tell you what, I think we can work something out. Share him,” Strand told his hot buddy. “You know I like watching you fuck.”

“Dude, I’d fucking love that!” Rush said while he stroked his still hard cock.

Strand looked at me with his eyebrows raised. I looked at him, back to Rush and then back to

Strand.

I blushed and smiled. “I guess if Strand says it’s cool if you fuck me then I’m cool with it,” I shrugged.

Rush laughed. “Dad, you wouldn’t need to be COOL with it. I’m not asking your permission.”

My face fell as I realized I was stupid to even assume I had a choice. I was stroking my cock, horny, looking at Strand and Rush standing side by side, eyeing me like a piece of meat. Strand put his arm around Rush’s bulbous shoulders and Rush did the same to him. They pulled each other close as they stroked their hardening cocks.

“I think it’s time you show me how you fuck your boy, Strand,” Rush said.

That did it. My hole twitched and my knob leaked. The thought of being watched while Strand fucked me was something I never thought would get this much reaction from my cock or my ass. I suddenly was aching for Strand to mount me.

I rolled back on my back, lifted my ass and spread my legs, holding my ankles wide open.

“I think the hot dad agrees,” Strand said as he mounted my ass and began inserting his cock into my upturned waiting hole.