Once Is Not Enough

This story contains non-consensual and rough bareback sex between men. The 'host' is a tortured soul, who takes his pleasure from the bodies of willing, yet not completely aware young men.

Joe is, at 6'1", tall and 210 pounds, the epitome of male perfection. He has just turned 19; is still a virgin, and hungry to change that particularly unhappy status. He is not in to girls. Joe only has eyes for guys. He is all male. All masculine. All pumped for his very first session of sex...and very, very closeted.

"Hi. Yeah, I'm gay. Sure. I like yours a lot, too. When? Okay. See ya."

In an hour, Joe will be at the home of his new 'friend', Hunter, for his very first man-on-man sexual experience. Hunter posted on the site that Joe just joined: "FK4U". He isn't sure who on the site is offering exactly what...but he is definitely sure that he likes what he has seen of Hunter's hot 35 year old body.

"Aaron? It's Joe. I'm hooking up with a guy I just met on FK4U. He's real hot, bud. No. We didn't share a lot of details. He posted and I responded. Tonight. So I'll leave - if it doesn't feel right, I'll just leave. Sure, I promise. I have to, Aaron. I can't keep this in anymore. This is what I want. It's my choice. Thanks." Joe is in a good place in his head. He envisions a night of pleasure and good sex. He has no idea what is in store for him, with his new 'friend'. Let's tag along for the ride.

"Come on in, Joe." The door locks behind him with an ominously loud thud.

"Hi. My friend Aaron thinks I'm a dumb ass for coming here. I told him I had a good feeling about you." Joe is extending his hand for a shake.

"You can tell your friend Aaron for me that he was right about your sweet dumb ass, kid...right after I dump my load in to it; and dump the rest of you onto his doorstep!" Some kind of chemical is seeping into Joe's heaving lungs, as he tries to breathe through the rag that is being pushed against his handsome young face.

"Good boy. Out like a light. Tall and heavy...bet that piece I feel at your crotch weighs in nice and big, as well. Hunter likes a dumb hung young stud to play with." Hunter fishes in the boy's pocket while holding him from collapsing to the floor. "Aaron Fisher, 32 Fountain Street. Call you later to expect a very much used 'package' delivery!" Hunter chuckles as he drags his dead-weight playmate to the cellar.

Delighting in a very slow removal of every bit of Joe's clothing, Hunter salivates as more and more of the young man's silky skin comes into view. Feet that are big and well shaped, with a clean musky scent, send sharp nerve impulses through Hunter's body. It's been a while since the last 'house guest' graced his cellar playroom. Hunter begins to sniff, massage, and lick at the exposed extremities. More of a fucker and less of a sucker, he still can not resist taking these delightfully sensuous toes into his salivating mouth.

"Unhhh." Joe's moan temporarily startles our host.

"Moan away, kid. Your reflexes are right on target. I expect louder ones from you real, real soon. We have a good three hours together before your shapely ass bumps onto Aaron's front porch. I loaded that rag nice and full for you." Content with the attention he has given to Joe's manly feet, Hunter eyes the rest of the boy's limp body that is lying prone on an inspection table. The room is sparsely outfitted. One table, one chair, one small wall cabinet, one adjustable floor lamp with magnifying glass, one rack heavy with various implements, and one large padded chair outfitted with arms and stirrups - a gynecological chair used here for very different purposes.

"Let's get these these jeans off, kid. I bet you never thought that wearing body-hugging clothing would attract a...different...guy like me!" Hunter's laugh is deep, full, loud and deeply disturbing. It's the kind of sound you instinctively would back away from, if you could. Joe can not. "Hairy legs. Who would have thunk? I envisioned a totally smooth gay-boy body. No. Not disappointed in the least. I love a good hairy crotch and pits. We'll soon find out."

Joe lurches involuntarily as if in a nightmarish dream. "Woah there, stud. Nice to see you flex and all, but Hunter has just started to play. Save your strength...you'll need it!"

Part 2 -

Joe is continuing to be stripped of his clothes. Hunter wields a large pair of scissors, to carefully cut away the dress shirt that clings to Joe's chest like a second skin. "Nice pecs, son. I got me a real nice specimen here. Once I have you stripped naked, you'll take your place on my wall of trophies: 8 x 10 glossies of you in all your glory, framed and hung with the other hung lads, in my gallery of conquests." The only thing left to discard before it's picture time are the white bikini briefs hugging to well defined hips and large, shapely buttocks. Even in his comatose state, Hunter can see that his ministrations are having an effect on Joe's libido. The bulge of the young man continues to grow higher. The weight of heavy balls is seen pulsating slowly beneath thin and tight shear fabric. A small wet spot grows larger - clearly outlining a cockhead slit that calls to Hunter's imagination. The scissors shakes a bit in his hands. Anticipation is difficult to suppress and control. Hunter's eyes are wild with desire. A few deft snips, and the fabric unfurls to the table, revealing Joe in all of his manly glory.

"huuhh."

"Sure kid. Bet the breeze feels real good. Feel this, you dumb jock." Hunter gazes at the full bush and full nuts and large full penis that adorn the apex of the kid's crotch. He reaches out and roughly grabs the testicular orbs, squeezing and pulling them sharply upward from the body. He thinks about the scissors for a nanosecond, then shakes his head in horror at the thought. "It's just for fun, kid. My fun, not yours. Hunter will not harm you. Not if you don't consider my nasty intentions to be harmful!" That laugh fills the space again. It fills Hunter with new drive to take what he wants from Joe's helpless body.

"You asked for this, kid. You made the date with me. I told you I play rough, and you agreed to it. So I held back a few details, so sue me!" Hunter lifts the heavy body from the table, leaving behind only the shorn fabric of Joe's now useless briefs. He deposits the limp form into the gynecological chair, securing arms with straps, legs into the stirrups with straps, and a strap at the waist of the hapless stud. A ball gag is placed into the gapping mouth, but not until Hunter has partaken in a long and lascivious deep tonguing with his lifeless captee. A headband secures that flopping part of Joe to the headrest. Hunter slowly moves the stirrups apart. He marvels at the beauty of the tightly built muscular lad that graces his playroom this night. Moving the floor lamp in for a better look, Hunter positions the magnifying glass at just the right angle to capture the focus of his desires. He ponders his next moves. "What to do first with this cornucopia of animalistic delights, my friend. Do I take your nut first...fill my belly with teenage spunk...or start by probing the hole beneath your heavy nuts?" His mind made up, Hunter leaves his seat and returns with a water pail and douching syringe. "Time for a cleanout, Kid."

Part 3 -

A strap is secured to Joe's uplifted cock and nuts, keeping them nicely out of the way for the douching. A penis plug insures that none of the lad's syrup will be wasted. Hunter pauses briefly to observe the state of his plaything's condition. Joe is sleeping peacefully. Not a hint of stress on his boyish face. "A bit of lube for this handy dandy syringe...yeah, in you go!" Several bulbs of warm water fill the rectum that will soon be filled by something much more personal to Hunter. He tosses the syringe aside, and pulls open the sphincter with his fingers. Water gushes into the pail beneath Joe's ass. The cleansing is repeated two more times; the pail and syringe moved to the side. "Wipey, wipey." Hunter towels the anus and thighs of the young man. He applies a big glob of lube to the pink pucker; and inserts more into the cavity with a lube shooting syringe. "Now that's better." He straightens up to take in his handiwork.

"You are one gorgeously built hunk of fresh young meat, my friend. It is my honor to take your virgin cherry tonight. I had mine stolen just like this a long time ago. Be grateful that you will not get beaten up as I was. Taking three punks up my ass tore me up good back then. I was awake for the terror. At least I have the decency to put my 'friends' to sleep for the taking. It taught me to take what I want from guys like you. And now I will."

Hunter lets his clothes fall to the floor. He is a muscular 'Daddy', having long ago determined not to let another take him as he is about to take revenge with Joe's body. "I hardly know you, son. This is nothing personal. I do this to get back at my tormentors. Is it fair? Is it right? Fuck no! None of it was. None of it is!" Hunter drops some tears onto Joe's belly as he leans in, fists his own rigid tool, and plunges it deeply into the tunnel that he has prepared to receive the 'gift' of his bareback seed. He takes one boy each and every month; on or about the anniversary of his own deflowering. So far, none have complained. He knows that his luck will run out one day.

But tonight, he is taking another for a sweet ride. No other thoughts are necessary; and none are allowed. "In goes my fuck pole, you pathetic little cunt of a faggot-gay homo!" The words are not his alone. They are shadows of his tormentors glee. Hunter is a very disturbed man. He knows that he is. He knows how much he hates what he does to young men like Joe. He also knows how good it feels to unload his seed deep into another's faggot fuck hole. "Oh, man...this feels good." The volume of lube within Joe's rectum has made the taking quick and easy for Hunter. He relishes the depth to which his penis has sunk on the very first thrust; not like the slow and sometimes arduous task of filling an active man's body with his hard cock. Joe remains blissfully unaware of his being penetrated.

"Mmahhh."

"You know it, kid. If you could only watch me fuck the cherry from you, I bet you'd be all on Cloud 9 right about now. Without the restraints, that is. Or maybe not." Hunter begins to thrust his aching penis in and out of Joe's ever widening hole. The virgin sheath is accommodating the invader; and Hunter begins to relive his own taking...his own revenge...his...his... "AHH! It's coming! It's... AHH! AHH! Take my nut, you faggot cunt! I can't...I...FUCK. Oh, Fuck. Forgive me, son. Oh. OH. OHHHH! FUUUCCKKKKK!!!

Part 4 -

His seed has gushed into Joe's body. Hunter is clinging to the stirruped thighs to steady himself in his delirium. He sobs the tears of one who has taken yet another victim; as he was taken without remorse. But Hunter has remorse. He slowly withdraws his still rigid member from the warm and fleshy channel. Every inch of friction gives him the most blissful pleasure; and the most tortured pain. He removes the strap from the uplifted organs. They are full, heavy with sperm, and calling to his unbalanced soul.

"This is for you, kid. A little payback for the gift you've given to me tonight." Hunter leans in, takes the fulsome cock into his mouth and throat; and begins to suck the nut from Joe's healthy moist crotch. He gazes up at the angelic sleeping face above him. He sees the shapely form of one who takes pride in his body. He regrets not having ministered to two lovely and hairy manpits now capturing his attention. But time is short. In a minute, the tightening nuts and bulging taint of Joe will let loose a torrent of fresh cream into Hunter's belly. He thrusts his throat faster over the smooth skin of a young and firm penis. The first twitches of the cock signal its impending eruption...and then it blows! (gulping sounds as Hunter alternatingly takes sperm into his mouth for swallowing; then into his throat for cascading directly to his stomach) It is done. The straps are removed. The remaining clothing

is put back in place. Hunter drapes the chest with a shirt from his own closet. The limp body of Joe is taken and transported to Fountain Street in the depth of this dark dreary night.

"Lay you gently down here, my friend. I'll call Aaron in a minute or so...as soon as I get a few blocks from here. I wish it were so, but you probably will not be my last 'friend' to visit my cellar for the taking. FK4U needs the subs. I need the release." Hunter calls from his car.

"He's on your front porch. No harm done. Your friend lost his cherry to me tonight. Tell him I said thanks...when he wakes up!"

Part 5 -

"You look messed up." Aaron has Joe inside on his couch.

"I feel okay. Sleepy, kinda. Got anything to eat?" Joe is sitting up now. He feels a not unpleasant wetness in his jeans. "Uh. Excuse me." He takes his suspicions to the bathroom. His crotch and jeans are wet with drying sperm. Wiping away the spooge has Joe smiling. He has little notion of his night's ordeal. What makes him smile is the irrefutable knowledge that his virgin cherry is no more. He is free to explore the world of men without the hesitation he used to have. He is free. Bounding back to the couch, he flops down gleefully. "I'm gay, Aaron!" Aaron looks at Joe with a bewildered grin.

"Duh!"

The two eat their way into the morning light, chatting and trying to piece together the events that Joe can not remember. "I have to know, Aaron."

After a bit of sleep, the next day arrives with a brilliantly beautiful sunrise. At least Joe remembers how to drive there. The knock on the door brings him face to face with a very bewildered Hunter, clad only in his shorts. He freezes in anticipation of the worst.

"Hi, Hunter. Listen, I need you to fill me in on some details of last night. By the way, thank you for graduating me into full manhood. I had to shower and put on clean clothes. But I guess you figured I would. Can I come in?" Hunter is speechless as he steps aside to let Joe pass into his living room.

"Uh...You might not like 'remembering' last night, Joe." Hunter is cautious.

"I will. I promise. I know what you did with the rag, Hunter. You told me you would be rough, but not harm me, when we first connected through FK4U. I'm here. All is good. Please tell me." Hunter rises and extends his hand to Joe, who takes it; and they walk downstairs together.

"I'm not very good with words, Joe. That's why I film everything for my own remembering pleasure. Are you sure you want to watch?"

To Be Continued...