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He was lying on his back with his knees bent. He had an old rubber sheet
under him on the bed which was glistening with oil, as well almost all of
his body. He had his newly bought dildo teasing his hole, rubbing up and
down, and he was gently easing it in. His 8 inch erection was throbbing and
he had to stop stroking it otherwise it would explode, and it was too soon
for that.
His smooth skin felt wonderful with the silky oil covering it. He stroked
his flat stomach as he continued to press the dildo in. Finally he took a
breath and pushed, and the head of the realistic plastic cock popped in. He
gasped, feeling it inside him, but there was no pain, only a fullness. He
rotated the shaft from side to side and couldn't help but gently and slowly
stroke his cock with his other hand. He moved lower and fondled his balls.
"Yes, it's fine, oooh, you're so big, just leave it there for now," he spoke
to his imaginary lover in a high, falsetto voice. "Yes, darling, of course I
shaved everywhere for you, just like you said. Ahhh, yes, it's wonderful
when you pinch my nipples..." He moved his hand away from his cock and
squeezed each nipple, imagining a man pinching and sucking each one, biting
the tips. He pinched each one with his long fingernails and moaned louder.
He pushed harder on the dildo and it went in another inch. He started slowly
moving his hips up and down, wishing it was a real cock inside him. He was
sweating under the long, red wig, but the hair framing his face intensified
the feelings, making him feel like a girl being deflowered. "Yes, keep
going, push it in...slowly, oooh, yes, like that..."
He had prepared by using an enema to carefully clean himself out, which was
erotic in itself, at least to start. He had shaved himself all over, then
applied the moisturizer and perfume. He was making the most of being alone
all weekend, the apartment to himself, no need for a quick fumbling in front
of his laptop, he could really spend his time enjoying himself.
He lifted his legs up and drew his knees to his chest, imagining a large,
well-built man looming over him, slowing shoving his cock into his greasy
hole. "Oh, yes, keep going now, oooh, it's so good..." He pushed the dildo
in hard and felt it hit his prostate. He quickly pulled it out nearly all
the way and pushed it in again. This time he left it in deep and rotated it,
feeling it pushing against him deep inside. He pushed it in and out harder
and took his other hand and sucked on three of his fingers, wishing it was a
cock, as he pushed the dildo faster and harder inside his ass. He was so
close...
"Well, this is a surprise, James!" He looked up and saw the man who shared
his apartment, Paul, standing by his open bedroom door, smiling over at him.
"Who knew!"
James quickly let go of the dildo rammed into his ass and started to move.
"No, James, stay just where you are." Paul walked over, leaned down and
kissed the startled James. "I wish I had known when you moved in that you
were are little sissy. What fun we missed! Just as well I got home a day
early. This is so much better than fishing. Lay back, legs down, keep that
cock plugged into you, little sissy."
James was devastated but puzzled by the kiss. Was Paul gay? He had so many
girlfriends, it couldn't be true, but what about the kiss?
Paul quickly stripped and lay down next to James. "So soft and hairless,
exactly how I like them. Kiss me you little fag." Paul wrapped his arms
around the smaller but wiry and muscular James and shoved his tongue down
his throat with a forceful kiss. He pulled back and stuck two fingers in
James' mouth. "Suck, sissy." He pistoned his fingers in James' mouth and
with his other hand reached over for the bottle of lube and squeezed some
out onto James' chest. He spread the greasy oil onto James' nipples and
twisted and tweaked them. "We're going to have so much fun together, you and
I, little James. But you need a new name. Jane will do. Now suck..."
Paul was already hard and rubbed himself against Jane. He removed his
fingers from Jane's mouth and wiped them on his cheeks. "Have you even been
with a man, Jane? Sucked his cock? Been fucked up the ass?"
James (now Jane) was breathless from the sudden assault and hadn't said a
word so far. "Paul, uh, stop all this, let's just talk..." Paul scooted up
and rubbed his cock against Jane's lips.
"I don't want you to talk, Jane. Now open wide." Paul pressed against Jane's
red lips which opened to admit his cock. "Use your tongue, no teeth. Get
going." Jane was overwhelmed at what seemed like rape but suddenly came to
his senses and bit down on Paul's cock, hard but not enough to penetrate the
skin. Paul yelled and quickly pulled out.
James immediately struck Paul in the throat with a hard left jab, knuckles
extended. Paul started gasping for breath and both hands flew to his neck.
James shoved him face down on the bed and quickly tied his wrists and ankles
together with tee-shirts from his drawers.
"OK, let's start over, Paul, you bastard. I'm sorry that I surprised you but
that's no excuse to try to rape me. Unlike you, I've been involved in combat
training including self-defense for years. Guess you didn't know that, huh?
Never mind. See this knife? I keep it under my bed, it's called a Ka-Bar and
I keep it sharp. What do you think?" James flipped Paul over and slowly drew
the knife across his stomach leaving a long bloody line. Paul looked down
and yelled again. "Do that again and I'll gag you. It's just a scratch you
baby. Shall we have a go at your throat? It's important to sever both the
carotid artery and jugular vein while piercing the windpipe, and I'll
certainly need to press hard; the larynx is a tough, rubbery piece of
tissue."
Paul was hyperventilating and looked gray, with sweat dripping down from his
face. He was staring at the large, bloody combat knife and the red line on
his stomach. "L-l-look, James, I thought you'd want to fool around, that's
all, I never meant to, well..."
James took the point of the knife and slowly lowered it to Paul's crotch
then nicked his scrotum, drawing blood. "Maybe castration is in order. Messy
for sure but I have a little cook's blow torch in the kitchen so you
probably won't bleed out. Sound fun?"
Paul's eyes went wide and he flopped back on the bed, the agony of the
scrotal cut and the threat of losing his balls too much. James grinned and
quickly stood up and got dressed. He was angry that Paul had interrupted him
more than anything else. He found his phone and walked out to the living
room to make his call.
"Greg! Long time, yeah, I know, sorry. Listen, there's this guy that tried
to rape me. Yeah, I know, bad choice! Anyway, he's tied up in my bedroom.
What? No, I didn't dismember him and leave his body in a pool of blood in
the forest. That was ages ago, I can't believe you're bringing that up! ...
Yeah, well, just a few minor cuts, nothing severe. Really! Anyway, thought
you and your friends might, uh, show him a good time. ... No! Just mess
around with him and dump him back here when you're done. No permanent
physical harm, no, and I don't give a shit if Evan has a thing about
amputees, absolutely not. So...great, see you in half an hour. Sure,
whatever, I'm sure he'll like that. Bye!"
James went back to his bedroom. Paul was frantically trying to get out of
the bed. James quickly tied a scarf around his head as a gag and dragged him
to the living room. "You stupid dick, I'll have to clean up the bedroom now.
Thank goodness I had a rubber sheet on the bed. Anyway, some friends are
coming over to take you out and show you a good time. If you behave and do
what you're told you might survive. I expect an attitude adjustment when you
get back. Have fun."
Paul's eyes were like saucers and he was making gargling sounds and moving
his head back and forth when the doorbell rang.
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