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—A Flash Story—
The darkness lay in my mind, thicker than a peasouper fog. A dull throbbing on the back of my head marked a spot where I had received a hard blow. Who hit me? Why did they? Where did this happen? And, where am I? All answers to my questions eluded my frazzled mind. I understood I was a prisoner. How I knew this, I cannot explain with words. You see, at this point, I had yet to open my eyes.
My eyes fluttered open, and the darkness in the room neared that in my mind. I could see soft light, falling from some pinhole high above, bathing a foot-wide circle of clarity, revealing a dirty, stained concrete floor. Beyond that, I could make out a shape that appeared to be a door.
The throbbing on the back of my head reminded me of the moment I was hit. Standing outside my gym at midnight, unlocking my car, from nowhere, I felt that impact, and my world turned to darkness.
I struggled to remember my work out that night, I fought to recall the day, all of it lay just beyond my comprehension. I had a hazy recollection of a brief encounter with a bodybuilder. He had an angry outburst about my hogging the cable machine. I immediately vacated the device, showered, changed, and left. I don’t recall if he was there as I walked out of the locker room.
A creaking caught my attention, not unlike that you hear in old horror movies as doors open, I turned my gaze to the door, and light appeared and flooded inside the room, nearly blinding me with its brilliance. In the center of the door stood a hulking figure, the door closed behind the man. He was large, wore a leather mask over his face, and nothing, absolutely, nothing else. His penis hung between his legs. A thick, massive, mushroom-headed monster hung limp under his balls, swaying back and forth as he walked toward me.
Without speaking, he approached, stroking his cock. He made it swell. It became fatter, longer, from quick short strokes at the base. The cock stiffed as he continued his jerking of the enormous behemoth.
“Please...”
“Shut the fuck up, you’re a worthless cunt,” his voice had deep, angry resonance. It was the bodybuilder. The man’s body was a testament to manhood. Bulging muscles, a colossal chest, his arms resembled some stone carving portraying the perfect man. And then you have that boner, angry curved like a banana, now standing tall, reach past his belly button the large head touching his sculptured body. It had to be more than 10 inches of hardened iron.
“Get on your knees, whore.”
“Please, please.”
His foot lurched out, colliding with my thigh. The pain lurched inside my leg. I rolled off the mattress on the floor, rose onto my knees, gazing up at his hooded face.
“If you don’t refrain from polluting the air with your fucking voice, I’ll beat the ever-loving shit out of you. Do you enjoy pain, if you do nod, if not shake your head?”
I shook my head.
“Open wide, cunt.”
My heart raced beating in my chest so hard could hear my heartbeat in ears and feel its echo in temples. My skin felt raw, chilly air blew down on me in a circular motion, and the creaking and squeaking of ceiling fan resonated above my head, somewhere unseen in a room so dark, everything in the distance, was only shape, appearing like nothing more than shadows.
He held his member at the base and lowered it my mouth. That giant nob of a cockhead hung right at my lips. My breathing caused my chest to heave, my fingers tingled, the cement stung my knees, and I couldn’t control myself. I felt the warm piss rush from me, heard the whish, the stink of urine filled my nostrils, and I opened my mouth.
I clutch my hair, dragging me onto her cock. The saltiness of it and rank odor of my captor’s sweaty crotch turned my stomach. He shoved his cock deep into my mouth, and I gagged. Thick spital filled my mouth, he pushed it deeper still, striking the back of my throat.
Bucking his hips, holding my head motionless, he fucked my face. Deep hard thrust, the petrified wood attacked my throat, I gagged, spit gushed from the edge of my making their around is fat member spray across his belling, dropping down my bare chest. This continued for seemed to an hour, but was, in truth, only a few minutes.
“He pulled me off his cock. Lay on your back on the bed and open your mouth. I need to do pushups.”
I didn’t understand and gazed up at his face. He backhanded me to the floor, and blood trickled from my nose. He kicked my ass with barefoot, then again and crawled to the bed, assuming the position he wanted.
He crawled over, pulled my legs wide apart, then took my neck, pulled it upward.
“Open wide, and don’t let your head or neck change positions.”
He began to thrust deep into my throat, doing the downstroke of a pushup as he invaded my throat. Once all ten plus inches was balls deep in me, he licked my pussy a few times and pulled back. Down lick me, gagging me at the other end. Up, nearly out, thrusting deep again, and tongue, that magic tongue ran all over my honey pot.
His fat pecker starched my lips and gouged my throat. Down and back, thrusting deep, pulling all most out, then forcing himself inside me. That magnificent tongue, tickling my clit, poking into my wet hole. Torture and reward at the same time. He raped my face while pleasuring my snatch.
I can’t tell you how long it lasted, moments, minutes, hours, dear God, it was such sweet torture. He pulled back to just the back of my throat. A thick gush of cum rushed from that veiny cock, I could feel his shaft pulsing, the cum squirting, and the thick baby-batter filling my throat and squishing back into my mouth. It tasted hot, not just warm from body temperature, but fiery like spicey hot sauce. He rolled off me, his cock lay on his belly, still, rock hard.
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