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Straight To Hell - 1
by Ryan Carlyle (ryan_carlyle@hotmail.com)
***
A gay serial rapist pursues straight men for sex. (MM,
nc, rp, intr, india, oral, anal)
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PROLOGUE:
Okay, I admit it. I like to have sex with straight men.
Actually, I like to have sex with men, period, but
there is something about doing it with a heterosexual
man that excites me. I used to think about it and
wonder if I was just a fucked up gay boy, or if I was
just fucked up. But, the more I thought about it, the
more I decided to say, "fuck it". You can get yourself
really screwed up by wondering about things that you
just don't have the answer to! And, honestly, even if I
DID know the answer to it, I don't know that I would
care!
Now, I will admit, that all of these... hmmmmmm, how
shall I say it... "moments" with straight men haven't
been voluntary on their part. I know that's wrong and
many tell me that forced sex isn't good or pleasurable
at all. I think people who say that are full of shit
because I doubt they have ever forced a man to have sex
before. Especially a straight man. So whadda they know?
All I know is that I have done it. Many times.
Sometimes the guys did something that they shouldn't
have done so I blackmailed them. Other times, I just
saw them and took what I wanted.
I am not asking for understanding or criticism. I just
wanted to tell you about what I've done, how it felt,
and the straight men who'll probably never admit
they've had sex with another man.
Here are their stories.
CHAPTER ONE - Debjeet
Have you ever wanted to fuck someone so bad you could
taste it?
That's how I felt about Debjeet. Debjeet Sidra. He was
27 year old, Indian, 6 foot tall, and around 200 pounds
of muscle all over his arms, chest, legs, and ass. And
God, that ass! That fucking tight, virgin ass. Not to
mention a bulge that screamed "suck me!" whenever he
wore his tight pants, which was pretty often.
And straight. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that.
Debjeet is as straight as they come. So, unless he's
been poking his fingers up his hole, I knew that
straight boy pussy of his would be virgin. Not to
mention that it would also be tight, warm, and
wonderful.
Of course you're probably wondering if Debjeet is
straight, how did I think I was gonna fuck him. After
all, breeder boys aren't into gettin their cherries
popped. Then again, I didn't say that he was just gonna
LET me fuck him! No, no, I can pretty much guarantee
that he won't give up that fine-as-hell body and
fuckable ass voluntarily. So, that means I'm gonna have
to take him involuntarily. And I really don't give a
shit either way because all I know is that I AM gonna
fuck him!
Debjeet works for me. I manage the technical services
for a large corporation and Debjeet is one of my
technicians. Actually he works for one of my lower
level managers but I knew who he was. I definitely
remember the first time I saw him. I had finished a
meeting and was coming out of a conference room when I
saw a guy bent over a computer monitor, trying to
attach a cable. He was in a pair of work pants but with
him in that position, they were pulled up tight. And
his fucking ass globes just jutted out. I mean they
jutted out there so much that there was no mistaking
that he had a BIG muscular ass! A nice ass. Even when
he walked, you could tell he had one helluva firm tight
ass. One that definitely needed some loosening up!
I walked over to where he was working.
"Havin a problem?"
Debjeet turned and smiled at me. Fuck, what a smile!
White, even teeth and lips that you just wanted to suck
off his face when you kissed him. And definitely lips
you wanted wrapped around your cock when you shoved it
down his throat.
"I think I'm doin' okay, thank you sir."
"You work for Bobby Reynolds, don't you?"
"Yes sir. You know Mr. Reynolds?"
Mister Reynolds. How cute! Sounds like the boy knew how
to respond appropriately to his bosses. That could come
in handy later, I thought.
"I hope I do. He works for me."
Debjeet looked a little surprised. "Wow, are you Mr.
Carlyle?"
Mister Carlyle! I love it! I'd definitely have to make
sure he knew other ways to show me the proper respect.
"Yes, I am. And you are... "
"Debjeet Sidra, sir. I just started three months ago."
"How do you like it so far?"
Debjeet started telling me how much he loved working
here and how much he'd learned, blah, blah, blah. While
he talked, I looked him over and found that the rest of
his body was just as fine as his ass. He had to be a
gym rat because his chest was huge! Even with his white
company shirt on, I could see his large brown nipples
clearly.
The tips were pointy and had to be at least quarter
size. Actually, they were probably larger than that and
sat on top of some massive pecs. God I wanted to lick
and chew on those nips and bite on those muscular pecs
right then and there! As my gaze went farther down to
his tight work pants, I saw a sizable lump where his
dick was.
Whether his dick was really that big or just positioned
that way, it certainly sent blood rushing to my crotch!
The tight pants also encased a huge pair of thighs that
made my senses swim. I closed my eyes and thought about
putting my head between them while I sucked his large,
hard, brown cock and nursed the cum out of his full
nuts.
"Mr. Carlyle, are you okay?"
I opened my eyes suddenly and realized Debjeet was
watching me.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine, Debjeet. Just thinking about some
important work I need to take care of." Like getting
you outta those clothes and getting my hungry cock up
that gorgeous ass of yours, I thought.
"Well, that's good, sir! You had me nervous for a
second there."
"Nah, I'm fine. You go on back to your work. I didn't
mean to bother you."
"Oh, no bother sir."
"Well that's good. I'll see you later then."
As Debjeet walked back to the computer he was working
on, I watched the rise and fall of his sexy tight
fuckable ass. Little did he know that before long that
fine muthafuckin body was gonna be mine... whether he
liked it or not.
Later that afternoon, I called Bobby Reynolds in and
told him I wanted to review the evaluations of some of
his technicians. Of course, I made sure Debjeet's 90-
day evaluation was in the group and I saved him for
last.
When Bobby got to Debjeet's file, he went on and on
about what a good technician he was and that he was the
type of person that would eventually make a good
manager, etc., etc., etc. I absorbed all of this but my
ears pricked up when Bobby told me he was concerned
about Debjeet's personal life.
"What's the problem, Bobby?"
"Well, it's really not a problem now, but it could be
eventually if he isn't careful."
"Careful about what?"
"Drugs. Some of the guys told me that he told them that
he's been having a tough time with his girlfriend
lately. They've been together for awhile but evidently
she's been nagging him that he should be higher up than
where he is."
"What's that got to do with him using drugs?"
"Well, he's gotten real friendly with Kurt, my senior
technician. Kurt said that Debjeet asked him last week
if he wanted to smoke some pot after work. Said his
girlfriend was always bitching at him all the time and
he smoked some joints every week or so to mellow out.
Kurt warned him that it was dangerous to be smoking
that shit because if he got called for a random drug
test, he could lose his job. He said Debjeet looked
shocked and told him he'd forgotten about the condoms.
He also told him that he couldn't lose his job because
he was still paying for damages from a car accident he
had a couple of years ago. That he'd gotten behind
twice before and the couple he'd hit said they'd toss
him in jail if he got behind one more time. But, it
makes me nervous that he'd even have that kind of poor
judgment. On the other hand, if he's got a real bitchy
woman, I guess I understand why he'd be tempted. But it
still doesn't make me feel any better."
"Did he ever smoke the pot?"
"Not that time. Kurt said it sounded like he'd been
doing it pretty frequently before, but it looks like he
stopped cuz he thought he might lose his job."
I sat there quietly and thought.
"Does Debjeet know that you know about it?"
"No. I told Kurt not to say anything to him yet because
he's really a good worker and I'm hoping it will work
itself out. But, maybe I need to set him down and have
a talk with him."
"What if he gets called in for a random?"
"Well, if he gets called, he gets called. I can't do
anything about that. You know the policy. Even you
can't do anything if one of the employees gets called
in. All I can do is hope he doesn't get called for
awhile and it'll pass out of his body."
"Okay, Bobby. Thanks for going over these evaluations
with me. You need me to do anything else?"
"No, everything else is fine."
Bobby left and I sat back in my chair. Evil thoughts
were running through my mind. The more I thought about
what Bobby told me, the more I thought about Debjeet.
His smile. His chest. His cock. His... ass. Shit, that
did it. I HAD to get that ass! And now was the time to
do it.
A week later, the monthly random drug checks were sent
to me. Normally, when I get them, I send them to the
supervisors and they have their employees report to the
company infirmary. However, when it's the first time an
employee is called for a drug test, then I talk to
them.
That way, they know what to expect since a drug test
can be a little scary. Plus, I discuss with them what
happens if the test scores a positive. Since Debjeet
had never been called for a random drug test before, I
had him report to my office, like I would any first-
timer. The only difference was that Debjeet really
hadn't been called for the test! But he didn't need to
know that.
When Debjeet walked in my office, I was sitting behind
my desk working on some paperwork. I looked up as he
walked in and felt the heat rush to my crotch! His
shirt was sweaty and stuck to his chest. You could even
see a tank top under his white company shirt. But that
did nothing but emphasize his massive chest.
He was wearing some older jeans but they looked like
they were molded to his muscular legs. And his cock.
That fucking cock! It was gonna be interesting to see
if it really was as big as it appeared to be in his
pants. He stood there a minute while I finished writing
and finally said, "You wanted to see me, Mr. Carlyle?"
"Yes, Debjeet, sit down. Looks like you've been workin'
hard today."
"Not really, sir. We've just been workin' in the
telecom room in the basement and it's pretty hot down
there."
"Oh yeah, it's hot as hell down there."
"Yessir, it is."
"Debjeet... does everyone call you Debjeet?"
"Most people do, sir. My nickname is DJ and some call
me that."
"I see. Okay. Well... DJ, I called you in because
you've been called up to do a random drug test. Our
company's drug policy calls for all employees to be
eligible to be tested randomly. You haven't been called
for one before, have you?"
When I said "random drug test", you could see Debjeet's
face change. His eyes narrowed, he looked down, then
back up and swallowed. Yep, this was one nervous puppy.
"Uh... no sir, I haven't."
"I didn't think so. I normally talk to the employees
the first time they get called so they won't be
nervous. It's pretty routine but I wanted to let you
know what will happen and what to do if your results
come back positive."
I started going over what the procedure was like, who
he'd see, and the more I talked, the more Debjeet
fidgeted. After a few minutes watching him squirm, I
stopped abruptly.
"DJ, are you okay? You look nervous." Fuck, I'll bet he
was nervous! And probably scared shitless!
"Mmmmm... yessir, I'm... mmmmmm... fine."
"Well, you don't look fine. Seems you're pretty jumpy.
Like I said, I'm sure you'll do fine with the test.
Don't worry."
"I uhhhh... uhhhhh..."
"Yes?"
Debjeet was silent a moment.
"Mr. Carlyle, can I tell you something in confidence?"
"Sure, DJ. What is it?"
Debjeet paused a moment and then started telling me the
same sob story that Bobby Reynolds had told me a week
earlier. Just with a little more detail. He kept
telling me how he couldn't lose his job and he couldn't
go to jail and on and on and on. I sat there silently
and listened to him. As he talked, I began to visualize
what it would be like stripping his clothes off, one
piece at a time. I almost came just thinking how fun it
was gonna be getting in this straight hunk's pants.
With his firm muscular butt, he was gonna be one hot
fuck!
My sexual reverie was suddenly interrupted when Debjeet
started crying. One minute he was talking and then
suddenly he stopped and put his hands over his face.
His shoulders were heaving and you could tell he was
trying not to cry. I walked over behind him and started
patting his shoulder.
"There, there now, DJ. I understand what you're going
through. I mean, given what you've told me, I can see
how you'd be upset. But, buck up, man! How long has it
been since you last smoked one?"
"3 weeks, sir. I KNOW I'm gonna test positive!"
"I know, DJ, I know. But, all we can really hope for is
that the drug has passed out of your body and it won't
show up." Boy, was I milking this for all it was worth!
This fucking fine-ass boy was gonna be mine!
Debjeet turned his head up and looked at me. "Mr.
Carlyle, isn't there anything you can do? I mean, can't
I take the test at a later date?"
BINGO! Yessiree, quid pro quo time. He wanted something
and I would deliver. And so would he. My cock, which
had been hard ever since he walked in the door, started
throbbing as I thought about him bent over my desk, his
hard glutes spread and his tight hole ready to get
fucked.
"No, I'm afraid not, DJ. I'd get in a lot of trouble if
I tried to delay your test."
"Please, Mr. Carlyle! I mean I'm BEGGING you, sir! I
just CAN'T lose this job. I'd do anything if you could
just delay the testing, sir. I mean, just another
month! One month isn't long."
Ahhhh, like music to my ears!
I walked back over to my desk and sat down. Debjeet was
leaning forward slightly in his chair with a pleading
look on his face, watery eyes and his big sexy stud
tits poking through his shirt. Fuck, I wanted to rip
that goddamn shirt off and take him right there!
"I can't, DJ. I really wish I could. But, I'd be
risking my job if I did. I'd like to help you but
that's too big a price to pay versus what I'd be
getting for helping you."
Debjeet looked totally desperate and slumped back in
his chair.
"Then again..."
Debjeet looked up at me quickly.
"Yes, Mr. Carlyle?"
"Maybe I can ask for a favor from a friend of mine in
Human Resources. He might be willing to put your name
back in the database and draw it another time."
Fuck, you shoulda seen Debjeet's face when I said that!
His smile broke out, he stood up and walked over and
stood right in front of my desk. Shit, that fuckin
bulge was just inches away, straining at the front of
his pants! I almost reached out and grabbed it but
fought the urge.
"Oh, Mr. Carlyle, that'd be great, sir! I'd really
appreciate it!"
"Wait a second, DJ. I said I COULD ask a favor. I
didn't say I would."
Debjeet lost his smile and that pleading look returned.
"PLEASE, Mr. Carlyle. PLEASE, sir. I'll do anything."
"Anything, DJ?"
"Yessir, anything. I'd owe ya big time."
I was silent a moment and looked at the handsome, sexy
boy in front of me.
"Okay, DJ. Let's see what you'll do."
Debjeet's face looked puzzled a minute. Then he cocked
his head slightly.
"What I'll do? Mmmmmm, yessir, what do you want me to
do?"
Slowly, I stood up and looked at him.
"Well, why don't you start by taking off your shirt?"
Debjeet looked confused and took a step back.
"Take off my shirt?"
"Yes, DJ. Take off your shirt."
"Why sir?"
I looked Debjeet full in the face.
"Because you said you'd do 'anything' for me to keep
you from taking your drug test for a month. So, go
ahead and do it. Take off your shirt."
Finally! Reality set in. Debjeet stepped back another
foot or two but, this time, with a scared look on his
face.
"Mr. Carlyle. Please sir. I'm not like that."
"You're not like what, DJ?"
Debjeet started shaking his head and put his palms out
towards me as if pushing me away.
"I mean I'll be glad to do anything but I can't..."
"Then, I guess you didn't mean you'd do anything, DJ.
Because if you say 'anything', there are no buts."
Debjeet turned his hands outward and sorta laughed.
"Well yeah, I guess that's true, but I didn't mean I'd
do that for you."
I shrugged my shoulders and sat back down.
"Okay, no problem then, DJ. Just be sure you report for
your drug test this afternoon."
"Mr. Carlyle... sir... you said you'd help me..."
"And you said you'd do 'anything', DJ. Anything. A-N-Y-
T-H-I-N-G, anything. But, what you really meant was
you'd do 'anything' that YOU wanted to do. That's not
how it works."
"Sir, I am NOT gonna take off my shirt for you. You may
be into that but I'm not."
"As I said, that's fine, DJ. But, don't expect favors
if you're not willing to pay the price for them. I'm
not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do."
Debjeet walked quickly towards my desk and put his
hands on the top.
"Yes you are, Mr. Carlyle! I'll get fired if I take
that test and you are the only one who can help me. But
you won't help me unless I take my shirt off and I
won't do that! What choice do I have?"
Oh yes, the angels were singing! It was beginning to
dawn on my hunky employee that he really didn't have a
choice! I looked back at Debjeet with an exasperated
stare.
"Look, DJ. I'm not the one who's been using pot! I'm
not the one who got called in for a drug test! I'm not
the one who said they'd do 'anything' to not take the
drug test! You expect me to risk my job over delaying
your test and you won't pay the price I set for the
risk. Well, that's fine. So, you've made your choice,
just like you have all the others, and now you have to
live with the choices you've made."
Debjeet just looked at me. I looked down at my
paperwork and began to read, giving him time to think
over what I said. After a minute or two of silence, I
heard Debjeet sigh.
"If I take off my shirt, you'll get my test delayed?"
I slowly looked up at him.
"No, DJ. You don't understand. If you want me to get
your test delayed... if you want me to call in a BIG
favor... if you want me to take a risk that this will
get out and possibly make me lose my job... then you'll
do ANYTHING I ask you to do. Period. End of
discussion."
Debjeet and I looked at each other across the desk.
"Now... what's it gonna be?"
Debjeet kept looking at me with an angry, tortured look
in his eyes. After a bit, his head lowered little by
little until he was looking at the top of the desk. He
was still breathing heavily and you could tell he was a
beaten man. I walked over to my office door, locked it,
and sat back down.
"Good. Now... take off your shirt, DJ."
Debjeet kept looking at the desk. I sat back in my
chair and waited. Finally, he lifted his head and his
hands began unbuttoning his shirt. When he finished, he
looked at me, sighed heavily, and began pulling his
shirt out of his pants and up his body. Debjeet had to
struggle to pull it over his huge chest and muscular
shoulders but it finally came off. Then he stood there
with the shirt in his hands, clenching it like he
wasn't sure what to do with it.
"And your undershirt."
Without looking at me, Debjeet sighed again, tossed his
work shirt down, and started pulling off his tank top.
Like his work shirt, Debjeet had to struggle to pull
the cotton material over his muscular pecs and
shoulders. As it started coming off, Debjeet's smooth,
cocoa colored skin came into view. Finally, after a few
moments, the tank top was off as well. Debjeet tossed
it on the floor with his work shirt and stood bare
chested before me, panting heavily, and looking totally
miserable.
Fuck. I almost fainted at the sight. Debjeet's chest
was totally hairless and his solid pecs moved up and
down as he breathed. Pointy, large brown nipples about
the size of half dollars stood out on the tips of his
massive pecs. Drops of sweat trickled from the top and
flowed down the deep one inch gulf on his hard chest.
Ridges of taut abdominal muscle stuck out in four rows
as my gaze descended down his body. His abs became more
defined each time he breathed in and I longed to run my
fingers slowly along each ridge.
As my eyes followed his chiseled form down, I wondered
what it would taste like to run my tongue along his
flat stomach, licking and sucking, until it finally
disappeared into his jeans. Still there wasn't a hair
to be seen. Many men have at least a treasure trail
that flows from their naval into their nether regions
but so far, Debjeet had nothing but smooth, flawless
skin above the waist of his pants.
Debjeet watched me as I glanced back up his chest,
drinking in the view of one of the most perfect male
bodies I'd ever seen. His shoulders were full and
muscular as they rose to his neck.
Slowly, I got up and walked over to him. As I got in
front of him, Debjeet looked away. The shame and
embarrassment was obvious as he tried not to look at
me. My right hand reached up to cup his left pec. As I
touched him, he flinched and moved back slightly. As I
reached out again, he started leaning back so that my
hand wouldn't reach him.
"Sir, please don't touch me."
"DJ, I'm not gonna tell you again. Either you FUCKING
do what I want or get the hell out of my office right
now!"
"BUT I'M NOT GAY! I DON'T LIKE YOU TOUCHIN ME!"
Ah, rebellion. I told you he wasn't gonna give it up
without a fight! But then neither was I! Like I told
you... I was gonna take what I wanted from him whether
he liked it or not. So I decided it was time to bring
out the big guns. I went back to my desk and turned
towards him.
"I don't give a shit what you like. In fact, just get
you fuckin ass outta here right now. I'm not gonna fuck
around with you anymore, you stupid bastard."
Debjeet looked shocked and rushed towards me.
"Sir, PLEASE! PLEASE don't do this! I'll do anything
else you want, but I'm straight and I don't wanna do
this!"
"Motherfucker, I told you to get out! I'm not gonna
debate this with you. Either you do what I say with no
resistance, no begging, and no pleading, or get out! I
am NOT gonna waste my time with this. Now, you STAND
there and DEAL with this or get the FUCK OUT!"
Debjeet stared at me with a mixture of anger and hatred
in his eyes. I knew he was wrestling with the situation
and the best thing for me was to keep him off balance.
Shrugging my shoulders, I sat back down at my desk and
ignored him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see
him standing there waiting for me to say something. I
kept on working and saw him slowly reach down and pick
up his shirts. He kept standing there in front of my
desk and I finally looked up at him. Debjeet looked
down and mumbled something.
"What?"
"I said okay. I'll do what you want."
YESSS! Victory was mine! But, I knew I'd better crush
all resistance before I went any further.
"Fine, DJ. But, let me make this perfectly clear. I'll
do anything I want with you. If I wanna touch you, I
will. If I wanna hit you, I will. Whatever I wanna do,
I will. And the next time you resist, there'll be no
more talk, no more discussions, no more pleading.
You'll just be on your own and on your way to your drug
test. Understand?"
I waited. And waited. And waited. Debjeet looked down,
all the fight gone. Slowly, he nodded his head.
"What does that mean?"
"It means yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes... sir."
I got up and walked over to the front of my hunky
straight boy, pulled the shirts out of his hand and
tossed them to the side. Slowly, I reached towards his
left pec again, looking him in the face as I did. He
looked straight ahead as my hand touched the muscle.
Other than a slight shiver, he stood still and didn't
say a word as my hand closed around it.
Words can't begin to describe how fucking nice his
chest felt! I ran my hand along the muscle, gently
squeezing his full nipple with my fingers. I felt his
quick intake of breath as I squeezed the tip and put my
other hand on his right pec.
God, this is how a man was meant to feel! Debjeet's
pecs were hard, muscular, and firm. His nips were very
sensitive as he shuddered whenever I ran my finger tips
over them. I squeezed and stroked and fondled his chest
for several minutes. Finally, I could hold it back no
longer. I leaned down and took his right nipple in my
mouth.
A hiss of air escaped from Debjeet as I sucked on his
nip. Jesus, how sweet it tasted! I reached around to
his back, pulling more of his beefy pec into my mouth,
delighting in the feel of his well-developed back
muscles. Debjeet was beginning to squirm, whether from
revulsion or enjoyment I didn't know, as I licked and
chewed from one nipple to the other.
I was too far gone with lust to know what I was doing
now. I had dreamed about this straight stud for weeks,
fantasizing how I would take him down, and now I was
actually doing it! My hands were all over his body,
feeling his smooth skin, squeezing his enormous
muscles, licking and biting his full meaty nipples. I
started grasping his cock and ass, feeling the firm
muscle beneath the tight denim. Debjeet started losing
his balance as I pawed harder over more and more of his
powerfully built physique.
"Sir..."
I started grinding my hard cock into his crotch and
tugging harder on his full ass. Fuck, I had to have
more of him! Debjeet tried to stay still but it was
obvious he was finding it harder to let me maul him.
"Sir... c'mon sir... it's hurting..."
Hurting? Like I fucking cared! I was biting so hard on
his nips and pec muscles that I was leaving red marks
on the skin.
"Stop!. . . you're hurting me..."
As I molested Debjeet's body, I slowly moved him
towards my desk. I felt us bump into it, then pulled
back and looked at him. He was panting hard and his
chest was wet, covered with red marks from my biting
and pinching. As I glanced down, my eyes fell on the
bulge in his tight jeans. I reached down and started
stroking and tugging on his cock through his jeans,
pushing Debjeet's chest backwards on the desk.
He pushed with his arms to keep from falling back but
my hunger for body overpowered him. As I pushed him
harder, his arms slipped and the upper half of his body
fell backwards. I pulled him forward so that his ass
was on the edge of the desk, his legs hanging over the
side.
Debjeet's cock had gotten hard from my earlier stroking
and tugging and the mound in his tight jeans was
enormous! I mean fuck, it was about to burst through
his jeans it was so huge! My left hand kept rubbing and
pinching his muscular chest, while my right hand
started squeezing and fondling his cock. Debjeet could
tell what I was after and tried to stop me.
"Leave my dick alone! Stop it!"
Stop it? Shit, like one can just stop in mid-fuck! I
started squeezing his cock harder and felt it growing.
Debjeet was trying to sit up and push me away. I got
tired of the struggle, placed both hands on his chest
and pushed him back hard.
"Lie STILL, motherfucker! You move again and you're
history."
Debjeet stopped his struggling. As he lay on his back,
he closed his eyes and he took a deep breath. I rubbed
his nipples for a few moments and then slowly ran my
fingertips down his hard, flat stomach, over the top of
his jeans and down to the obscenely large lump in his
crotch. Fuck, whatta lump! He might have been straight
but his cock liked getting hard just like any other
guy!
I gently rubbed the mound of fuckmeat and then started
undoing his belt. Debjeet just lay there with his eyes
closed as I opened his belt, unfastened the button, and
started pulling his zipper down. I swear one of the
most beautiful sounds in the world is the grinding
metallic teeth of a zipper moving! Suddenly, Debjeet
put his hands up over his face and started whimpering
quietly.
As his zipper descended and the jeans parted, more
smooth brown skin was revealed. At first I though
Debjeet wasn't wearing any underwear. Finally, I saw a
thin white strip appear, followed by more. I couldn't
believe it. Fucking Debjeet was wearing white bikini
briefs! They contrasted sharply with his smooth brown
skin. Oh yeah baby, I thought. White is definitely your
color!
I paused a moment to view the scrumptious sight before
me. My muscular, straight stud was flat on his back,
his hot chest naked, thin white bikini briefs showing
and ready to be completely stripped. I quickly turned
around, pulled off his tennis shoes and socks in one
fell swoop, and then turned back to remove his tight
ass jeans.
"Get up, DJ."
Debjeet still had his hands in front of his face and
the shaking of his body was more noticeable.
"Bitch, I told you to get up! NOW!"
Debjeet still didn't move. I reached over, grabbed his
arms, and roughly pulled him up off the desk. His eyes
were wet from where he'd been crying and he just stood
there, his muscled arms dangling at his side, looking
totally washed up. I squatted down in front of him and
began pulling on his jeans. It was hard work pulling
them down over his thick thighs but slowly his pants
came down.
When they got to his ankles I lifted his legs one at a
time, pulled them over his feet, then tossed them to
the side. Debjeet just stood there in nothing but his
tight white briefs, head hanging down, crying quietly.
FUCK! I'd dreamed about Debjeet's body for weeks and
here it was in all its glory! Like his chest, there was
no hair on his thighs but a slight sprinkling of it
below his knees on his lower legs. His arms were just
as delectable as his chest, with corded masses of bicep
and tricep muscles.
His cock was fully hard and pointing upwards towards
his left hip, the skimpy briefs barely able to hold it.
I walked around him slowly and almost came right then
and there when I saw his ass. That ass! The ass I'd
lusted over all this time! It was so full and muscled
that Debjeet's briefs were pulled up high on the beefy
mounds. He had to have a deep crack between those firm
moons and he definitely needed to be given a good hard
fuck.
Debjeet's ass flowed into his huge muscled legs which
had given me such a hard time when I stripped his jeans
off of him. All told, his powerful body was a work of
art, produced by hours of hard labor at the gym. I'm
sure he never thought it would be used this way though.
Breeder boys don't think like that, which is what makes
taking them so much the greater thrill.
I enjoyed the feel of his humpy body and continued
running my hands over his muscled back, arms, and
chest. Finally, I leaned forward and whispered in
Debjeet's ear, "Baby, you have a fantastic body."
He stood there quietly. After a moment, I heard him
mumble something.
"What didja say, baby?"
Debjeet sniffed, wiped his nose, and said "Can I go
now?"
I grinned. Go? He had no idea what he was in for.
"Oh no, baby. We're just getting started! You're doin
real good though. Just a little more and you can be on
your way, no worries, no drug test, no problem."
Debjeet's body slumped and he started quivering lightly
as if he was crying again.
As my hands continued to fondle his muscled physique, I
slowly worked them down to his briefs. This was it. I
knew that if I could get his skimpy full briefs off his
hot athletic body, it was mine for the taking. Because
once they came off, once there was no clothing
protecting his heterosexual virility, that meant he was
surrendering his thick cock, full straight boy balls,
and virgin tight fuckable ass to me.
I moved my right hand around the front to the top of
his briefs while my left hand massaged his tight butt.
Carefully, I pushed my fingers down slightly to get
under the waistband and was literally 'in his drawers'!
I felt nothing but smooth skin as my fingers continued
to probe downward. After a moment, I felt some wiry
pubic hair and kept running my hand downward.
Debjeet's bush got thicker and suddenly, I was at the
root of his cock. Debjeet began to squirm some as I
moved my hand around, feeling his lush bush and the
root of his masculinity. At the same time, my left hand
slipped inside his briefs and began gently squeezing
his powerful ass. Debjeet started squirming half-
heartedly and while it was obvious he hated it, he
didn't say anything or try to push me away.
Savoring the moment, I slowly pulled my hands out of
his briefs and ran them back over his muscled arms and
pecs, lightly flicking his nipples. Surprisingly, I
heard a quiet moan from Debjeet and his breathing
became more rapid.
I reached back for a pair of scissors on my desk.
Carefully, my hand slid down to his left hip and felt
for the small strip of material that joined the front
and back of his briefs together. Pulling the strip back
slightly, I eased the scissors down until the strip was
between the blades and snipped. The sharp blades cut
through the skimpy material easily and I leaned over
and cut the band on his right hip. The briefs came
apart with no trouble as I pulled on the ruined fabric.
Debjeet just stood there with his head up as the last
stitch of clothing left his body. I walked around to
face him and found his eyes closed, his quick breathing
light and shallow as if scared. As if he was waiting
for something. Slowly, my eyes dropped to his crotch.
Debjeet's cock was beautiful! It had lost some of its
hardness but was impressive nevertheless. It was the
same cocoa color as his skin, uncut, around 7 ½ inches
long, and pretty thick. I reached out and pulled the
foreskin back, exposing a large, smooth dark pink head.
His balls were fairly large as well and his sack was
hairless. As I slowly masturbated his cock, I held his
velvety smooth sack in my hand, lightly rubbing his
nuts. Debjeet kept his eyes closed and seemed to be
hardly breathing.
"Relax, DJ. You're doin fine, baby. Just fine."
As I continued to stroke his cock, it grew larger. He
definitely was proof that the stereotype that all Asian
men had small cocks was a myth. After stroking the
beautiful slab of beef for a few minutes, drops of pre-
cum appeared. I kept stroking, rubbing the liquid all
around and making his cock slick. Fuck, I was rock hard
and horny as hell! I could feel my drawers getting damp
from all the pre-cum I was leaking and decided it was
time to see if Debjeet's cock was going to be as sweet
as his ass looked.
Debjeet opened his eyes suddenly as I pushed him back
on my desk, his legs hanging off the sides. As he
started to get up, I pushed him back and said "Just
stay on your back, DJ." He kept tryin to get up and I
finally pushed him back hard, saying "Muthafucka, stay
DOWN! You get up again and its testing time."
Debjeet froze, bit his bottom lip, and lay back down.
"Now spread your legs."
Nothing. Not a thing moved.
"DJ... spread your fucking legs! Now!"
After a moment's hesitation, Debjeet's hard muscular
thighs separated slightly.
"Farther."
His legs moved a little more. I got tired of waiting
and pushed his legs apart as far as they would go.
"Like THAT, bitch! And don't you fuckin move'em."
I got in between his legs, put my arms under his
thighs, and pulled him forward until his ass was again
on the edge of the desk. Fuck, his thighs felt really
good! They were smooth and I stroked my fingertips
lightly over them, making Debjeet shiver. Slowly, I
bent over and sucked his soft brown cock into my mouth.
I heard Debjeet's quick intake of breath as he
murmured.
"No!... no, don't!... STOP it!"
I don't care what anybody says. Guys like to have their
cocks sucked! Straight, gay, it don't matter. All guys
like to have their cocks sucked. I always laughed at
straight men who said they'd never let a fag suck their
cocks. Trust me, if they're horny enough, it don't
matter who it is. When the cock is needy, a mouth is a
mouth is a mouth! In Debjeet's case, he wasn't horny
but I figured a little tender loving care would cure
his current state of affairs.
As I sucked on Debjeet's cock, I started running my
tongue up inside his foreskin and teased his head with
it. After a few moments of that, I pulled off of his
cock and started licking his hairless nuts. Mmmmm,
Debjeet's nuts tasted sweet and, just like I said it
would, his cock started growing a little as he tried to
deny what was happening.
"Stop... no... nooooo..."
In fact, the more it grew, the quieter his protests
got. As I felt it harden, I reached up and pulled his
foreskin back, exposing his tasty head. Every guy knows
that the head is the most sensitive part of his cock
and if you work your tongue right, you can drive a guy
insane! As I ran my tongue all over the velvety smooth
head, Debjeet began to jerk. I licked the head over and
over and then ran my tongue along the underside.
Shit, the taste of a Debjeet's cockhead was
indescribable! At one point his cock almost came out of
my mouth because he was bouncing around so much! But I
was in heaven as his cock got bigger and bigger. So
much for the "no guy can get my cock hard" theory of
Breeder 101!
As I continued sucking on Debjeet's enormous cock, I
ran my hands up his tight stomach and found those
amazing pecs. I started twisting and pinching his
nipples and squeezing his pecs. As I pinched his
nipples, Debjeet became incoherent and was only
grunting and making funny sounds. I sucked more and
more of his hard brown fuck pole into my mouth,
swirling my tongue all over the shaft and head. Debjeet
was squirming like a mutherfucka and I figured he was
only a moment away from pouring his hot Indian cum down
my throat.
All of a sudden, I felt Debjeet grab my head and start
shoving his dick deeper in my throat! I couldn't
believe it but it goes to show you a mouth is a mouth
is a mouth! As he lay back, his powerful ass pumped his
hard cock deep in my throat as if he was fucking a
girl. I put my hands under his ass and squeezed those
rock hard melons as they flexed. Fuck! This straight
boy was tryin' to get off big time! I could feel his
fat cock fill my mouth as if trying to conquer some
lovely young girl's pussy.
I continued to let Debjeet fuck my mouth awhile longer.
Now don't think for one minute that he was in control
now. I can guar-an-damn-tee you that he wasn't! I let
him keep fucking for one reason and one reason only. I
wanted to tire him out.
I wanted his muscle bound heterosexual physique to
expend all its energy and spew out every last bit of
cum in his large nuts so that when he finished, he
would have no strength left. That is, no strength left
to fight me when I raised those huge muscular thighs up
over my shoulders and shoved my cock into his virgin
boy pussy! Now THAT is control! I wasn't gonna lose
site of what had always been my ultimate goal...
sticking my cock up Debjeet's tight straight ass.
As he shoved his thick fuckmeat in my throat, I
tightened my mouth around his pole and let my tongue
slide back and forth over his sensitive head. Sure
enough, Debjeet was beginning to lose control, pumping
faster and faster. As his ass flexed, I started pulling
the muscular globes apart. It was hard work but I
finally got my fingers down into his deep crack so that
I could find his tight hole.
Debjeet was so far gone in his fuck he didn't realize
that my fingertip was rubbing over his little virgin
pucker. There was a lot of sweat in his crack and I
used it to work my finger into his hole. Jesus, it was
tight! I mean, I had to keep pushing hard to try and
even get just the tip in! Debjeet must have felt it
because I could feel his fuck stroke hesitate a moment.
But good straight boy that he was, he keep right on
fucking.
All of a sudden, I felt Debjeet's cock get harder and
he made a high-pitched groan. As he shoved his cock
down my throat, I felt his head expand in preparation
for unloading his nuts. I pulled back and let his
cockhead lay on my tongue. As I did, I felt a burst of
warm, creamy cum on my tongue, followed by another
burst and another. Debjeet was groaning and ramming his
cock in my mouth so hard it hurt. I don't know how much
cum he let fly but it was a fuckin mouthful! I didn't
swallow it but let it stay in my mouth.
As Debjeet's orgasm spent itself, he slowly lay back
down on the desk, letting go of my head, his chest
covered in sweat. His cock slipped from my mouth and I
spit his cum onto his sweaty chest. Jesus, his fuckin
cock was still hard! You could see it pulsing as his
heart beat. His nips stuck out like bullets and he was
flush in the after effects of a hard fuck. I pushed his
arms back on the desk and there was no resistance. His
cock was still hard and I started stroking it. Debjeet
squirmed a little but was clearly worn out from his
fuck to do anything. Perfect, I thought. Now it was my
turn to get my ultimate prize... his straight boy
virginity.
Debjeet lay back on the desk, breathing hard. I pulled
his brawny thighs forward so that his ass was hanging
slightly off the edge of the desk. Looking back at
Debjeet, his eyes were still closed and his breathing
was starting to slow down but it was obvious he was
totally spent. I lifted his legs and pushed his thighs
back until his knees were near his chest. Debjeet lay
there quietly, either not knowing what I was about to
do or unable to do anything about it.
As I looked down at his ass crack, my cock started
throbbing and leaking again. Jesus what a site! Like
the rest of his body, his ass was smooth. As I pulled
the firm cheeks apart, there were only little wisps of
black hair in the crack. Pulling back harder, my eyes
found and zeroed in on his undefiled asshole.
I don't know what the fuck got into me but I leaned
forward and started tonguing his hole. My tongue ran up
and down Debjeet's ass and I tongued his sensitive
little bud hard as I licked over it. Debjeet stirred
slightly but there was no strength left in him to stop
my tongue fuck. I tongued his hole harder and tried to
fuck my way into his boy pussy, opening it up for its
soon-to-be cock filled debut. I heard Debjeet groaning,
"Oh fuck... FUCK! SHIT!"
Without a doubt, 'fuck' is what I intended to do! I
kept lapping away at his hole and it became easier for
my tongue to get inside. I tongue raped his ass for a
few minutes, then reached up and ran two of my fingers
through the cum on his chest. There was plenty of cum
and it made it all the more interesting that Debjeet
had given me the lube to open up and fuck his cute
tight ass! I'm sure he never thought that all the cum
he'd fucked into women over the years would be used to
fuck his heterosexual ass as well one day.
I ran my fingers around his hole and rubbed the cum in.
As his hole became slick, I started pushing my fingers
forward, trying to get in. It was hard but that told me
that I was definitely going into virgin territory and
that thought almost made me cum. Slowly one of my
fingers went in and I moved it around carefully.
After a few minutes, Debjeet's ass started to open up
nicely and I worked in my second finger. He kept
moaning for me to stop but his voice was barely above a
whisper and his struggles were almost non-existent. One
thing not many people know is that a guy's asshole is a
lot easier to get into after he's cum. I don't why but
I've found that to be the case. So, as much as Debjeet
would like to keep me out of his ass, his own earlier
fuck needs would betray him this time.
I scooped up more cum and sweat from Debjeet's chest
and started to liberally coat the inside of his ass.
Even though has hole had opened up, it was still tight
as hell and I was going to have a hard time to keep
from cuming when I sank my dick inside. Finally, I
decided it was time and pulled my fingers out from
their warm soft haven.
As I held Debjeet's legs, I reached down and unfastened
my belt, pulled open the button and slid down my
zipper. Debjeet could tell something was happening
because he tried to lift his head off of the desk to
see. I shoved my pants and drawers down and my cock
sprang free. My cock is pretty average, maybe six a
half inches but that didn't matter. It just knew it
needed to be inside of Debjeet and it was about to have
it's need met. I scooped a large pool of Debjeet's cum
from his chest and ran it all over my cock.
"No... oh fuck, no! Don't do this..."
I pulled Debjeet's ass a little further out until it
was hanging off the desk. Learning forward, I pushed
his legs back and spread them as far as I could to open
up his ass. I could hear Debjeet murmuring.
"Fuck NO!... Mister... Mister Carlyle... stop... STOP!"
Holding my cock, I rubbed it up and down Debjeet's ass
crack, pausing slightly every time I passed over his
hole.
"OH JESUS NO!... DON'T! I'M NOT A FAG! Oh JESUS! FUCK!"
Debjeet started to struggle more but as wiped out as he
was there wasn't much he could do. I rubbed more cum on
my cock, stroked it to get it good and lubed, and lined
it up at the entrance to his pussy. Debjeet started
shaking his head from side to side, begging me.
"FUCK NO! STOP! DON'T FUCK ME! ... I'M NOT GAY... I'M
NOT GAY! OH SHIT!"
"I know you're not gay, DJ. Just lay back, it'll all be
over soon."
Debjeet broke into tears and kept crying out "NOOO!
NOOO! PLEASE! PLEEEEEASE... STOP!"
I flexed my ass and pressed my hips forward. Debjeet's
tight ass wouldn't open and he started crying out
louder. I learned forward and slapped him twice across
his face.
"Shut the fuck up! Take it like a man!"
Debjeet stopped talking but kept shaking his head 'no'
and cried. I kept pressing my cock forward and
suddenly, his ass popped open and I slid just inside.
"FUCK! FUCK! TAKE IT OUT, IT HURTS! ... GOD, YOU'RE
HURTING ME!"
I said nothing and kept pressing my cock into his hole.
As it went in further, I couldn't help but groan.
"OHHH YEAH! Fuck yeahhhh!"
I couldn't believe the feeling! It was so fucking
warm... and wet... and TIGHT! My dick felt like it was
surround by honey. Thick and warm honey. My cockhead
tingled as Debjeet's muscular ass caressed it... nursed
it... warmed it... and tugged on it, trying to get my
full balls to give it some lubricating nut juice.
I felt my nuts pull up, ready to give his ass that
thick, creamy juice it wanted but strained to keep from
cumming. I reached down and pulled on my sack, urging
my orbs to hold back. After a few moments, they settled
down. But the fiery heat from Debjeet's straight tight
hole kept warming my cock and urging the little suckers
to boil over.
I pulled back a little and moved back in, trying to get
Debjeet's busted cherry used to my cock. He was
breathing rapidly now and gulping for air as he moaned.
"OH FUCK! SHIT..."
Debjeet's moaning only made my goddamn cock harder. The
sight of this totally masculine, sexy straight man on
his back, muscular thighs in the air, cock in his deep
crack, getting his tight de-virginized hole fucked made
me so horny, I thought I'd pass out. I had lusted for
this hunky stud for weeks and now I was fucking the ass
I'd only dreamed about. But none of my dreams could
compare to the feelings of my cock in the real thing.
I fucked Debjeet slowly, the full length of my cock
moving in and out of his no longer cherry ass. Debjeet
knew he was being fucked and his moans had turned into
whimpers. He wasn't even struggling anymore. I scooped
more of his cum off his chest and rubbed it on my cock
and around his hole as I fucked him. I could feel his
ass loosen up and I started fucking him faster. I
really hated pulling my cock back because it felt so
fanfuckingtastic inside his humpy little ass but my
fuck instinct urged me on.
My lust was consuming me and I started pounding
Debjeet's ass as if I was trying to get my whole body
up inside. My hips made a slapping sound when they hit
his muscled butt cheeks. As his hole loosened up more,
I began to feel his prostate and shifted my fuck angle.
As I started hitting his g-spot, Debjeet began to
grunt. His cock, which had gone soft when I started
fucking him, began to fill again. Debjeet's grunts
began to get louder and I leaned over and started
sucking his nips as I fucked him. Longer groans began
coming from his lips and I started biting his meaty
pecs and pounding his ass hard at the same time.
"Shit... oh fuck... fuuuuck... god..."
I fucked on, pounding his straight boy ass. As he lay
there on the desk, I threw his legs over my shoulders,
leaned over and ran my arms under his shoulders and
scooped him up in my arms. Debjeet and I were
practically one as he lay there on the desk, legs over
my shoulders, muscular pecs pressed against mine, while
I fucked him. I could feel his cock swelling as I
pounded his prostate and grinned as he made whimpering
sounds like a bitch in heat being power fucked.
As I fucked on faster, Debjeet started making louder
moans and I knew he was moments away from blowing his
wad again. I got my cock as far up his ass as I could
when he started a final long groan.
"EEEEENNNNUUUUUHHHHHHH!"
Shit, I could feel Debjeet's cock shoot that
muthafuckin' load between us. Over and over his cock
shot as I pounded his nut and forced more out of him.
His ass tightened so hard, I thought my dick was gonna
get cut off. As his orgasm slowed, I could feel his
body go slack and I slowed down my fuck stroke. I know
he was tired but I hadn't come yet... a situation I was
about to remedy. I pulled up out of Debjeet's ass and
saw that both our chests were covered in cum and sweat.
I'm sure he wanted to lay there but I had other plans
for my straight hunk.
Pulling him up off the desk, Debjeet swayed and I
caught him before he fell over. Goddamn, but his body
was heavy! I had to scramble to do it but he finally
stood up straight, totally nude, head lolling slightly,
his dick softening. I kicked his legs apart, bent him
over a little, and moved my cock back to the slick hole
between his muscular cheeks.
It sunk in easily. I started fucking him and pulled his
chest back toward me so I could grab his pecs while I
fucked. I rammed his ass hard while I pinched his
nipples and squeezed his pecs. This was one of my
favorite fantasy fucks... Debjeet standing there while
I shoved my cock up his ass from behind and held him by
his massive chest.
Debjeet was so out of it that he just stood there while
I fucked his ass. I felt my nuts churning, demanding to
shoot their load in his well fucked hole. After a few
more strokes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I shoved
my cock in one final time and my juice shot out so
hard, I thought my nuts were coming with it! Each time
I shot, I rammed my cock up Debjeet's ass and pinched
his nipples hard. I must have hurt him because he
started groaning again, his body squirming, trying to
get my hands off of his chest.
I don't know how many times I fuckin shot but it was
the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. I guess straight
boys do that to me! After a few moments, I pulled out
of Debjeet's fine muscle ass, walked slowly back over
to my desk chair, and collapsed in it. Debjeet stood
there a minute, then turned around and fell back in his
chair.
Fuck, I was so sweaty, my chest covered in cum, and
felt like I had run a marathon. I sat there in my chair
and looked at Debjeet. He was splayed out in the chair,
his head back, eyes closed, and breathing heavily. His
pecs were covered in red marks and cum was smeared all
over his chest and stomach. After several minutes, he
opened his eyes and looked at me. Tears welled in his
eyes and he looked away after a few moments.
Finally, I heard him speak softly, "You fuckin' raped
me."
I looked at him and smiled, "You coulda' stopped it at
any time. I was no match for you."
"I couldn't stop it, or I'd of lost my job."
I was silent a moment as I looked at Debjeet. After a
period of silence, he stood up and began to pick up his
clothes that were strewn all over the floor. As I
watched him, I closed my eyes and remembered what it
felt like to feel his muscles and suck on that hard,
meaty Indian fuck pole. I especially remembered what my
cock felt like as it invaded his virgin ass for the
first time and the hard, hot, pounding fucks I'd thrown
into him. I smiled, took a deep breath and opened my
eyes. Debjeet was dressed and heading for the door.
"DJ..."
Slowly, he turned around and looked at me, a shell of
his former self.
"Don't worry about your test. You'll be safe as long as
you work here. I'll see to that."
Debjeet looked down for a moment, sighed, and then
looked back at me.
"I don't owe you shit. I paid for my job big time. So
fuck you."
A grin appeared on my face.
"I'm sure that can be arranged, DJ. Anytime. Because
now you have the experience to know how to do it."
"Fuck you, you sonuvabitch!"
As the door closed after Debjeet, I continued smiling
and gathered up my clothes. The intercom rang as I
dressed.
"Yes, Jan?"
"Mr. Carlyle, Mario is here."
"Who's Mario?"
"He's from maintenance. He's here to fix your broken
light."
"Okay, Jan. Gimme a sec."
I quickly finished dressing and called back on the
intercom.
"Okay Jan, you can send him in now."
After a few moments, my door opened and a dark haired,
young smiling guy walked in.
"Hey, Mr. Carlyle. I'm here to fix your light."
"Come on in. Is it okay if I'm here working while you
fix it?"
"No sir, go right ahead. I'll try not to disturb you."
"Don't worry, you won't disturb me."
Mario set up his ladder under the light fixture that
had been out for the last week and climbed up several
steps. As he stood on the ladder, I glanced up from my
paperwork and looked at him. He was very attractive
with olive skin, maybe 24, black hair, goatee, probably
Italian. As Mario stretched to reach the light, his
jeans pulled up and highlighted two obviously firm ass
cheeks.
I tapped my fingers lightly on my desk, smiled and
thought 'No, Mario, you won't disturb me at all. In
fact, it may be the other way around.'
End of Chapter One
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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