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Straight to Hell
by Ryan Carlyle (ryan_carlyle@hotmail.com)
***
A gay serial rapist pursues straight men for sex.
Second story in series. (MM, nc, rp, oral)
***
Chapter 2 – Mario
Fuck, I HATE moving. Whether for work or my home, I
hate having to pack things up and get used to a new
space. Of course, once I'm in it, I'm fine. But, all
the shit you have to go through is a pain in the ass! I
must admit though that there was one move I made that
started out pretty routine but ended up great.
Especially since it left me with my cock up Mario's
straight Italian ass.
Mario, Mario, Mario. Mmmm... where do I begin?
Should I tell you what a fine-ass hunk he is? Or maybe
how great it was to fuck him? Maybe I should describe
what it was like to take a sexy heterosexual boy and
force him down the path of man sex? Or maybe even how
Mario felt when his tight ass was filled full of cock
meat for the first time?
Oh hell, let me stop asking questions and just TELL you
about Mario! I'm sure it will be a little tale you'll
enjoy! No pun intended.
I got to know Mario when he and some of the other
maintenance crew at my company were assigned to help
part of my department move into new offices. I'd seen
Mario around before. He'd done some minor work in my
office and I'd said hi and given him a brief smile from
time to time when I passed him in the halls. But I
never really got to know him until the move. And by
that time, after all the little meetings and "hi's" and
smiling, I knew I wanted to get to know him better. I
mean a lot better. More, I'm sure, than he probably
wanted me to.
The move took place over 2 weeks. A technical services
group can't just pack up and move in a day, what with
calls to make and temporary network changes that have
to be implemented. But when I found out Mario was in
the crew of 5 that were assigned to help in the move,
those 2 weeks became like 2 months!
Watching that hot Italian stud bending over, muscles
flexing, sweat plastering his shirt against his muscle
body was murder! My cock was constantly aching as he
went about his business, unaware of how his sexy
cologne and muscular physique got me all hot and horny.
The gold wedding band he wore on his left hand made me
ache even more. From the look of the lump in his pants,
I knew some lucky young girl was enjoying his passion
and squealing with delight when he fucked her.
Yep, ole Mario Alfieri was quite the stud. Of course
when you're 29 years old, 5'11", and 190 pounds of
Italian muscle, you can't help but be sexy! Add to that
medium length black hair, a goatee, and a slight olive
tint to his skin and I think you'd definitely agree
with me that he was one handsome hunk! Of course, the
fact that he had a round, tight, muscular ass also
convinced me that he would be a fantastic fuck.
Unfortunately, I knew that straight Italian men,
especially married straight Italian men like Mario,
aren't in to getting a cock shoved up their ass. So
once again, I decided to put the game of "Straight Man
Takedown" in motion... with Mario as the prize.
During the first week of the move, all the maintenance
men and my staff were at our old offices, boxing up
files, moving furniture, and preparing for the
changeover in network equipment. At the beginning of
the second week, all of my staff and most of the
maintenance men were over at our new quarters, putting
furniture in the offices and preparing the new network
control center.
That left me, Mario, and Jose, at the old place. Jose
was another cutie, a young latino who was ambitious,
charming, and in great shape. Unfortunately, I didn't
have time to work on him right then since my plan to
get Mario didn't involve a threesome. But Jose was
definitely worth a look in the future. And, lo and
behold, he actually did come in handy in putting my
plan to get Mario into play.
"Hey Mario, we workin out tonight?"
"Sure, bro. Why you ask?"
"Just checkin, homs. I'm never sure whether your old
lady will let you go to the gym or not."
"Fucker, I run my house, you know that! If I wanna work
out, I will. Or if I wanna do anything else, I will.
Angela knows that's how it goes down."
"That's cool, homs. I wish my girl was like that."
"I don't push it though, bro. I mean, I pretty much get
to do what I want but I gotta take care of her. She's
down with it but I sure don't want her on my ass all
the time, you know?"
Interesting. Maybe I needed to explore this a little
further. I walked over to where Mario and Jose were
working.
"Sounds like you got things under control at home,
Mario."
Mario glanced over at me and a gorgeous smile lit up
his face.
"I try to, Mr. Carlyle. Being married is tough work
though."
"I'm sure it is, even though I'm not married. Where do
you and Jose work out, Mario?"
"We both go to Gold's Gym down on Gessner. You know
where that is?"
"Sure, I have a membership to Golds. But I usually use
the Fountainview gym."
"I hear Fountainview is a nice gym, Mr. Carlyle. But, I
couldn't afford to include it in my membership
package."
"That's too bad, man. It's a great place. It has a new
Jacuzzi and that new Isomax training center. I really
like it."
"You're lucky. I'd sure like to try it out."
Damn, were the gods singing my tune or what! Dare I use
an opening like this to get him out of his pants? After
all, there are ethics involved. I mean, should I take
advantage of his innocence in wanting to try out a new
gym just so I can fuck him?
You bet your ASS I should! Question closed, decision
made.
"Well hey man, why doncha go with me sometime? I can
have guests. I'm sure you'd like it." And I'm sure I'd
like to see more of that fine ass body of yours as
well, I thought.
"Really, Mr. Carlyle? Man, I'd appreciate that! I'd
really like to try the Isomax out. They say it's like
doing 2 workouts in 1 day."
"No sweat, Mario. When would you like to go?"
"How about Wednesday night? Could Jose go too? I'm sure
he'd like it."
I'm sure Jose would but I had other plans for Mario
that night that didn't include him. At least... not
yet.
"Man, I wish I could but I am allowed only one guest at
a time. Jose, how about going another night?"
"Sure, Mr. Carlyle. Thanks for askin. Homs, you go
ahead and go with him Wednesday. I can do it another
time."
"Thanks, bro. And Mr. Carlyle, thanks again. I'm really
lookin forward to it."
"Sure, Mario. I'll meet you here Wednesday after work
and we'll go from there. I'm lookin forward to it,
too." Shit. I was definitely lookin forward to it. But
I'll bet as the night wore on, Mario wouldn't be lookin
forward to it near as much as he was right now.
***
My cock throbbed the next 2 days, waiting for Wednesday
evening. As Mario worked, I couldn't help but watch him
and wonder if he would really look as good out of his
clothes as he did in them. Plus, even though I had
Mario in my sights, I still had to close the deal. I
mean how did I go from working out with him to getting
him in my bed, cock and ass ready for action?
Mario agreed to meet me after work in my office. I was
sitting there going through some contract negotiations
when I heard a knock on my door. Looking up, I saw
Mario in the doorway.
"Can I come in, Mr. Carlyle?"
Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! My cock went from a throbbing
mass of hormones to an aching, hard as hell piece of
steel! Mario had changed from his work uniform into his
workout clothes. He wore a thin white Nike t-shirt that
was cut short and an old pair of grey sweat pants.
The shirt showcased Mario's pecs and his pointy nips
stuck out prominently. A thick trail of dark black hair
ran from the end of his t-shirt, wound around his
navel, and disappeared into his sweat pants. A very
pronounced bulge was displayed in Mario's crotch and I
could hardly wait to see what was enclosed on the other
side of the sweats.
"Sure Mario, sit down. I'll just be a moment."
Actually, I didn't need to do any more work but wanted
to give me time so that my goddamn cock wouldn't betray
me in my thin suit pants.
Mario sauntered over and started to sit in the chair in
front of my desk. As he got near, I picked up some
magazines I had been reading that were on my desk and
handed them to him.
"Hey, would you mind putting these on the cabinet over
there? I'm trying to get some of this junk cleaned
off."
"Sure." Mario took the magazines and walked over to my
magazine cabinet. As he walked, my eyes carefully
analyzed his backside. Damnn! I was in severe lust!
Mario's ass was fucking fine in those sweat pants! His
firm cheeks packed the material and each muscular half
was clearly outlined. The cloth even ran down his crack
slightly and it was evident that Mario had a tight,
firm bubble ass.
As my eyes rose up from his ass, Mario's back muscles
came into view, showing the beginnings of a classic
bodybuilder's V shape. More and more, this night was
shaping up to be the perfect time to bust another
straight boy's cherry.
"Oh shit!" Mario whirled around. "Mr. Carlyle, can I
use your phone? I've gotta call my wife. I forgot to
tell her I was working out at another club tonight."
"Sure, Mario, go ahead."
"Thanks. Normally, Jose and I work out late on
Wednesdays but I'll let her know I'm gonna be home a
little early tonight since I'm workin out with you."
Fuck! Damn! Shit! I had to stop him quick or the night
would be all for naught.
"Mario, can you call her from the club? I've got a
tight schedule tonight and we really need to leave now.
We shoulda left 15 minutes ago but you were runnin a
bit late and..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Carlyle. I normally change clothes
before I go to the gym. I wasn't thinkin about what
your routine was."
"That's fine, Mario. We just need to leave now so I can
keep on track. Okay?"
Mario smiled and said "Sure, let's go."
Yesssssssssssss! Saved again by quick thinking! I
walked over to the closet, got out my gym bag, and we
left the office. In the parking lot, I talked Mario
into taking my car with me and told him I'd bring him
back to his car later as I had some work to finish up.
On the way to the gym, Mario asked all sorts of
questions about the Isomax, what kind of workout
routine I did, how long I'd lifted, and more. I tried
to answer him but every time I looked over at his
smiling face, I couldn't help but drop my gaze to his
protruding pecs and swelling crotch. I don't think he
caught me checking him out but damn near! Damn near! I
knew I had to get to the gym before I made a mistake
and lost him forever.
At the gym, Mario spent a lot of time working his
chest, arms, and butt. Obviously, he worked on them a
lot given the kind of shape I saw them in! Fortunately,
he didn't remember about calling his wife and I
certainly didn't bring it back up.
I followed Mario's routine, so as to keep up with him,
and by the end of it he was drenched in sweat. During
his exercises, I would count for him and give him
encouragement. Overall, I was fine until his last
exercise. With that one, he lay face down on a leg
bench, held a weight to his chest and leaned down.
Only the upper half of his body went down and his butt
and leg muscles were pulled tight. Fuck, I almost lost
it right then and there! Mario's ass was so pronounced
in those sweats, I wanted to rip'em off, pull his legs
apart on the bench and just fuck him right there! I
sighed deeply. Patience, Ryan. Patience.
"I'm done, Mr. Carlyle. What have you got left?"
"I'm pretty beat Mario, so I think I'm done. And
please... call me Ryan."
Mario smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Thanks, Ryan. You ready to go now?"
Okay. Count down time. Time to throw my hook out to
bait the Italian stud.
"Yeah, if you want to Mario. I'm hot as hell though and
a cold beer sure would taste good. You wanna join me?"
Mario thought a moment and a hesitant look crossed his
face.
"Thanks, Ryan but I don't think so. Maybe another
time."
"C'mon man! I'm buying. My regular workout partner and
I toss back a few after our workouts and we trade-off
buyin. It's my time to buy tonight. After all, you
showed me your workout routine and I think I can use
some of it in mine. So, let me treat you tonight."
Mario frowned a little more and said, "I really would,
Ryan. Really, thanks. But I couldn't buy 'em next time,
so its probably better I just go on home. Plus I'm in
my workout clothes. I need to change."
Fuck, this was one tough little bastard! But, like any
other nut, you put enough pressure on it and eventually
it'll crack.
"Well, whatever. But I thought you might like to go to
Artista with me. It's where I usually go."
"Artista? No shit? You go there?"
Artista is one of the classier titty bars here. It's
THE place to go, especially for the young crowd.
Artista is actually a club with private membership and
I just happened to have a membership. Not for me, mind
you. But a good friend of mine is related to the owner
and I got a discounted membership that way. I've used
it before with my straight prey and it has always been
a clincher. I figured Mario would bust his nut just to
get in. Little did he know that if he went with me,
he'd be busting a nut alright. Just not like he thought
he would.
"Yeah, I have a membership. But, I understand. If you
wanna go home..."
"Hell yeah, man! I'll go!"
Time for a little more pushing to get him firmly in my
corner.
"I thought you had to go home, Mario? I mean, won't
your wife wonder where you are?"
"Ah, she don't need to know about this. And anyway, she
knows Jose and I are always out late on our workout
nights. She won't think twice about it."
"Well... if you're sure. I don't want to cause any
prob..."
"Hell yeah, I'm sure! That is... if you don't mind
buyin the drinks. I don't have much in my wallet right
now."
Poor little Mario. So broke. So eager to go. So horny.
So ready to get fucked!
"Sure man, no problem. Let's go."
***
As usual, Artista was packed. I guess all the churches
were out for the night and the faithful were communing
with the unwashed masses. Regardless, there were men
all over the place, whistling at the women dancing on
stage, tryin to pick up a score for the night and god
knows what else. Mario was a little speechless as we
first walked in but after we sat down and ordered our
first drink, he started grinning and ogling the girls
as well. Evidently being in his workout clothes didn't
bother him too much now either.
I egged him on, keeping him tanked up on beer for the
first hour. After that, I ordered an Artista Bedrocker.
That was the house specialty and had vodka, rum, and 3
fruit juices all mixed together. Believe me, it was one
powerful drink! The great thing about it was you could
drink them over and over and get wasted without
realizing it. No sooner would Mario get finished with
one then I'd order him another.
After 2 hours of drinking, talking to the big-tittied
nude dancers, fondling the waitresses (who I tipped
well for the inconvenience), and generally letting
lose, Mario was one fucked up guy. And horny. Hell, his
cock was very noticeable in his sweats but Mario didn't
seem to give a shit. One of the waitresses had kept her
eye on him during the evening and started sitting down
on his lap after awhile.
Mario just laughed and ran his hands all over her. The
feeling was mutual because you could tell she was
rubbing his cock and running her hands under his little
cut-off t-shirt as well. The last time she left to go
back to the bar, a huge tent was showing in his sweats.
Trust you me, I wanted to go down and suck that big
Italian salami in my mouth quick but knew I had to get
him outta there if I wanted more than just that.
"Mario! Hey Mario! You ready to go, bud?"
Mario was standing up yelling at a dancer. He was
swaying and kept holding on to his chair to keep from
falling. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh... my heterosexual fish was
baited, hooked, and ready to be reeled in. I yelled at
him again.
"MARIO!"
Mario drunkenly lurched around, grinning like an idiot,
and said "Yeahhhh..."
"I said are you ready to go."
"Ma-annn... I mmmmm gon-naaaa... fuk dat... mmmmmm,
hoooo..."
I grabbed Mario's arm and pulled him towards me.
"C'mon, you're wasted Mario. I'm gonna take you home."
"Fuckkkkkkk datttt, maaaaan..."
Yes, ole homeboy was seriously flying. I pulled him
with me and he stumbled right along like a kid,
muttering and hiccupping. When I put him in the car, he
started thrashing around a little, trying to get out. I
pushed him back hard, buckled the seat belt and pulled
it tight against him. Mario kept trying to move but
couldn't coordinate his movements. I drove off and
headed towards my house.
"Mario... just sit back and relax, man. You're totally
drunk."
Mario kept muttering something but I couldn't
understand him. After a couple of minutes, his
movements got weaker and finally stopped. When I looked
over, Mario was passed out. Smiling, I drove a little
faster towards my house.
***
Ordinarily I don't take my straight victims to my
house. Especially those that know me. In this case,
Mario even worked at my company and it wasn't too smart
to give him any ammunition to use if he tried to make
problems for me later. But ole Mario was so fucked up,
I knew he wouldn't remember much about tonight. Plus, I
had a little insurance policy I would use to keep his
lips sealed.
Mario was starting to snore as I pulled into my garage.
Getting out of the car, I went over to the passenger
side and opened the door. Mario was sleeping like a
baby, hands by his side, legs spread, head turned on
the car seat. Looking down at his crotch, I couldn't
resist giving his cock a squeeze. It wasn't hard like
it had been at Artista but it was definitely big! I
started massaging his cock but pulled back and stopped.
Fool, get him inside! Then... THEN... you can have all
the fun you want.
As I pulled Mario from the car, I thought he'd wake up
but nope. He was one fucking heavy muscle boy! I pulled
his arm around my neck, put my arm around his chest and
pulled him towards the house. My hand wandered up under
his tee and I could feel his big hairy peck. Fuck, it
felt good! As I squeezed his muscular pec, I caught his
full nipple between my fingers and started to stroke
it. Shit, my cock went from hard to harder to hardest
in 3 seconds flat!
Inside the house, I took Mario to my bedroom and laid
him on the bed. He was still out of it but was
trembling every now and then. I was ready to see his
hunky little body in all its glory, but first things
first.
I walked over to my closet and went inside. A second
door opened to the right. Inside, the lights of my
digital recording system winked and stood ready to film
the rape of another straight, muscular stud. I had
spent over $12,000 on this system, with cameras
installed all over the house. The system could record
on videotape, DVD, and even to a digital chip for video
streaming.
It also provided excellent editing tools so I could
mask faces, remove scenes, and even manipulate audio.
It was a gay man's dream for keeping alive memories of
his sexual encounters. At least, it was good for
memories of this gay boy's sexual encounters with his
straight men! I adjusted the settings, making sure I
got maximum lighting and exposure. Mario didn't know it
but he was about to become a porn star!
When I walked back in the bedroom, Mario was starting
to move slightly on the bed. The room was still pretty
light but I turned down the lights slightly so that
Mario wouldn't recognize his surroundings. I walked
back over and stood over him as he lay on the bed.
God he was fucking gorgeous! As Mario began to wake
from his drunken haze, my eyes caressed his full lips
surrounded by that sexy goatee. They moved down to see
the twin mounds of chest muscle pulled tight against
his flimsy t-shirt, the nipples poking out. I leaned
down and bit his right nipple through the material,
savoring the feel of it in my mouth.
As I chewed on his nipple, I reached down and ran my
hand back and forth over his flat, hard stomach,
feeling the hairy trail that led down into his pants.
Mario's movements became stronger as if he was trying
to figure out who was fondling him.
As my lust consumed me, I reached down to the edge of
his shirt and began pulling the material in opposite
directions. A ripping sound filled the room as Mario's
shirt opened up revealing his hairy Italian chest,
muscular pecs, and meaty nipples. I ripped the collar
in two and pulled the shirt from Mario's body.
Oh yeah. Yeahhhh shit! Here was prime grade A man meat!
I straddled Mario's body and sat my ass down on his
crotch, feeling his big cock push against my butt.
Mario began struggling slightly as I sat on him and I
knew I'd have to get him under control quick. Finding
his ruined t-shirt, I quickly ripped it into four
strips and grabbed his right wrist.
I tied the end of one strip around that wrist and then
did the same for his other one. Before he knew what was
happening, I leaned over and tied the other end of the
two strips to the opposite ends of the headboard,
pulling his arms backwards. Mario continued to struggle
slightly but he was still so far out of it, his
struggles were too weak to do anything.
As Mario continued to thrash about, I got up and moved
quickly to the end of the bed. Mario still had on his
sweat pants, shoes, and socks and I practically pulled
off his socks and shoes in one fell swoop. As he felt
his shoes come off, Mario started to move about even
more and I was afraid he'd get too wild if I tried to
get his sweats off. So I took the last two strips of
his torn t-shirt and tied his ankles to the end of the
bed frame. Mario struggled the entire time but
eventually his legs were tied tight to the bed and his
struggles looked more like a fish flopping around out
of the water.
"Whaasss... mmm... whaaass go'in... onnnnn..."
Ah. My little Italian maintenance man was coming
around. I didn't say anything for a minute but watched
him carefully to see what he'd do.
Fuck, Mario thought. His mind was thick and sluggish
and he couldn't figure out where he was. The room was
fairly dark but he thought he could make out a figure
standing at the end of the bed. Mario tried to move his
arms down to his sides, but he couldn't move them.
"Welcome back, Mario."
A voice. A distant voice. Mario thought he recognized
the voice but his thoughts were so clouded, he wasn't
sure he was even thinking straight.
"Wh... whooo... whooooo... whooo uuuuuu..."
"Don't worry about it, Mario. All you need to do is lay
back and relax."
Mario tried to get up but his arms and legs wouldn't
cooperate. He struggled some more as he began to
realize they were tied up. He heard the man's distant
voice speak to him again.
"Mario, just lay back and relax. You're gonna enjoy
this."
Mario shook his head, trying to put his surroundings
into focus. Enjoy this? What was he talking about?
Enjoy what? Suddenly Mario felt a hand move over his
chest and begin to pinch his nipples slightly. God, he
thought, as his head lolled back and forth. What was
happening?
"Fuck baby, you feel soooooooo good. I can't wait to
get to the rest of you."
The rest of you? Even in his drunken state, Mario began
to understand the meaning of the hands moving more over
his chest and stomach. The meaning of the hands
fondling his pecs and nipples. The meaning of the MAN'S
hands that seemed to be roaming all over his body.
Shit, he thought. Fuck. Oh no. Nooooo.
Nooooooooooooooo.
As the hands wandered over his body and the touch
became more sexual, Mario's mind began to feel the
horror he'd always feared about another man being
attracted to him. Mario knew several gay guys and he
had no problem with them. He was flattered that they
admired his swarthy Italian good looks and chiseled
body.
But deep in his mind, he was always scared that one day
they would want to do more than look at him. Mario knew
he could defend himself if they tried something other
than looking but the thought of another man even
TOUCHING him was too much for words. Now the moment
he'd always feared seemed to be coming true as the
strange man began stroking his chest and running his
hands through his hair. Mario began shaking his head.
"Noooooooo... mmmmmmmmmm, noooooo... stttoooopppppp..."
"Now Mario, I told you. Just relax! You'll enjoy this."
"Wh... whe... wherrreeee... uuhhhhhh... "
"Shuuuuushhh! Don't talk! Be quiet now, baby. Let me
enjoy this."
"NOO... NOOOOOOOOOOO... STTTOOOPPPPPP..."
Damn, Mario felt good! Running my fingers through the
thick hair on his chest and stomach was such a turn on!
Especially when I worked my hands towards his pecs and
they went up those delicious mounds of muscle!
Evidently Mario was beginning to figure out what was
happening as he started muttering and trying to talk to
me. I wasn't sure if he knew who it was yet, but I
didn't care. He was MINE now and I was going to enjoy
every minute of his muscular body!
As great as his chest felt, I knew that I was very
interested in his lower region as well. But those
fucking sweat pants were in the way! What to do, what
to do. An evil thought crept into my mind and I smiled
when I thought about it. Grinning evilly, I walked to
the kitchen, got out my sharpest carving knife, and
brought it back to the room. I stood in the doorway a
minute to let my eyes adjust to the room. All of a
sudden, I heard Mario start to squeal.
Fuuuccckkk! He has a knife, Mario thought. As he lifted
up his head and saw the stranger in the doorway, Mario
could see the silhouette of the knife in his hand. Fear
raced through his body and he began struggling to free
himself.
"Fuuuuckkkkk... nooooo... plueeezeee..."
As the man moved towards him, Mario struggled more with
his bonds, trying to get free.
Whattha hell was he doing? I stood there for a couple
of moments and then realized Mario had seen the knife
in my hand. After a few seconds, I smiled and moved
towards the bed. This might be easier than I thought!
"Look motherfucker, quit moving! If you don't lie
still, I'll cut you. BAD!!"
Mario stopped struggling.
"If you say another word, I'll cut your tongue out and
feed it to the dogs! So shut the fuck UP!!"
Neither sound nor movement came from the bed. I guess
the knife convinced Mario that I would use it. Of
course, I really intended to use it for one thing and
one thing only. Something I proceeded to do right now.
Walking to the end of the bed, I ran my hand up Mario's
leg. Even with his sweat pants on, I could feel how
firm his calf and thigh muscles were. As I got closer
to his crotch, Mario moved slightly, trying to close
his legs. I squeezed his thigh and put the knife on his
cock bulge.
"Go ahead, fucker! Move again! I'll cut your cock off
and make all your whores wish you would have stayed
still!"
The movement stopped abruptly. I grinned again.
Straight men. They're always so touchy about their
cocks!
As I ran my hand over his muscles, I moved on the bed
in between Mario's thighs. I looked at Mario but his
head was turned to the side and he wouldn't look at me.
I grabbed his cock roughly and started squeezing it.
Except for a slight gasp, Mario didn't move.
Slowly, I leaned over and put my fingers inside the top
of his sweats and pulled them forward. As the pants
pulled up from his crotch, I put the knife near the top
and pushed. It went through the material like a hot
knife going through butter. I carefully pulled the
knife down and it began to split open the front of
Mario's sweats.
Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuuuck! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! Please don't let
him cut me, Mario thought. He could feel the strong tug
of his sweats as they ripped open. As the knife got
closer to his crotch, Mario pushed his ass down, trying
to keep the steel away from his cock. He felt the knife
stop and then fingers grab his pants mid-thigh.
Suddenly, the stranger ran the knife through his pants
again as he cut them open from his thigh down to his
ankles. My god, Mario thought, what am I gonna do? He's
ripping my fucking pants off.
God how I love to strip a man! The sound of Mario's
pants ripping open sent waves of pleasure through me
and I continued slicing open both legs. Finally, after
the material was in tatters, I ripped the pants apart
at the seams and began pulling them off. Mario moved a
little, trying to keep from losing the last vestiges of
his clothing but it was for naught.
As I pulled the last of the material away, I saw that
Mario had on a jockstrap under the pants. The front
pouch was full with his huge cockmeat. I severed the
waistband and straps with two easy cuts, pulled hard,
and voila! Jockstrap Italiano was gone for good. Now it
was time to look at my prize.
Gorgeous doesn't begin to describe Mario's body. Even
with his arms and legs tied down, his muscular physique
was clearly displayed. Mario's chest was perfect.
Thick, dark hair started at the top of his chest and
went down over his big, muscular pecs with pink juicy
nipples jutting out from the edge. Hair went down the
valley between his pecs, down his flat stomach, and
into his bush.
Mario's legs were also covered in black hair, very
masculine but not overly hairy. His uncut dick lay
between his massive thighs, thick and inviting. Mario's
nuts looked good too, with the same curly black hair
that flowed over his body lightly covering them. Filled
with lust, I reached out and began to squeeze his thick
Italian cock. After a few moments of squeezing and
feeling the fat shaft, I began stroking his foreskin
over his cockhead.
Mario's thick cock began to lengthen as I stroked it.
He had been motionless as I stripped his sweat pants
off of him but the minute I started jacking his huge
meat, he began to squirm. Goddamn you shoulda seen how
big his cock got! It was a pretty average length but it
was nice and fuckin thick! I mean fucking THICK!
As it got bigger, I tried to squeeze my thumb and
forefinger together around it. But that damn cock was
so fat they couldn't even touch each other! There was
at least a one inch distance between them and I felt
like I was holding a bottled water container. And the
head. Shit, that sucker was so pink and smooth, my
mouth started watering! I couldn't stand it anymore and
stuck that big fat rod in my mouth fast.
Mario felt a warm, hot, wet sensation surround his cock
and jerked his head up. Fuuuuuuuckkk! Another guy was
starting to suck his cock! Mario started to move his
body to try to get the mouth off of his cock but was
scared the guy would cut him if he moved again. As he
watched his thick Italian meat go down the throat of
another guy, Mario's cock started feeling weird.
He'd gotten blown by women before and he loved having
his dick sucked. But the blow job this guy was doing on
him felt different. He was more aggressive and sucked
his cock harder that any other woman had. Mario felt
the lips tighten around his shaft, the tongue licking,
slurping, and swirling around his head.
It was as if the guy was trying to suck his cock off of
his body and down his throat! After a few moments,
Mario closed his eyes and laid his head back down. His
dick was starting to feel good and he could feel his
nuts churning, aching to release their load.
Mario tensed up when I took his plump meat in my mouth
but after a few minutes of intense sucking, I could
feel him relax. Once again, a mouth is a mouth is a
mouth! I sucked that fucking cock like a vacuum,
tasting a lot of tasty pre-cum and knew it wouldn't be
long before Mario shot me a big load. I held his plump
nuts in my hand and could hear him panting. Suddenly, I
felt his shaft get super hard and his fat head began to
expand. I swirled my tongue around his head a couple of
more times and heard Mario begin to groan as his pelvis
rose towards my face and his nuts began to draw up.
"OH GOD!" Thick, hot cum shot out of that head and
gushed in my mouth. Mario screamed. "OH GOD!"
One... two... three... four ropes of cum shot out of
Mario's cock and filled my mouth. Mario shoved his cock
deeper and deeper in my mouth, shooting cum and pushing
it down my throat. I was glad his arms were tied up as
I was sure he would have been shoving my head down hard
on his dick! It was obvious that this Italian stud
loved getting his cock shoved in a warm, wet, hot
place, be it a pussy, mouth, or ass.
Mario's body shook a few more times and then began to
settle down as he came down off his orgasm. I kept that
fat hog in my mouth and licked around the head and piss
slit, trying to get every last bit of cum his fat nuts
produced. His dick began to lose its hardness and I let
it slip from my mouth.
Mario's eyes were closed and he looked totally spent. I
got off Mario, went over to my dresser, and spit his
cum into empty ashtray. I let some of it dribble down
my throat so I could taste his Italian juice but saved
the rest for later.
Sucking that big Italian meat only whetted my appetite.
I pulled Mario's body slightly towards the end of the
bed and then moved over near his head, getting in
between his tied up arms. I had sucked my little hunky
stud good and now he was going to return the favor.
I knew the blow job had worn Mario out but all I needed
was an open mouth! Mario's eyes were closed and his
head turned to the side, so I pulled it up so I could
lower my cock into his mouth. As I pulled his head up,
Mario opened his eyes. He had a puzzled look on his
face and I didn't know if it was because he recognized
me or just wondered what I was going to do next.
"RYAN... whattha fuck..."
Well, I guess that answered my question! I leaned down
slightly and smiled.
"Hey baby! You have one fucking big cock!"
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Mario screamed. "MOTHERFUCKER!! GET THE
FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
"No can do, baby. I haven't finished yet."
"FUCK YOU! GET OFFA ME OR I'M GONNA CALL THE COPS!"
Looking angry, I reached over, got the knife I'd used
to cut off Mario's clothes, and put it to his throat.
"What did you say motherfucker?"
Silence.
"C'mon bitch, tell me again! What did you say you were
going to do?"
Mario's breathing was hard and erratic as fear raced
through his body.
"C'MON MARIO! C'MON YOU FUCKING BITCH! THREATEN ME
AGAIN! THREATEN ME AGAIN SO I CAN CUT YOUR FUCKIN
THROAT!"
"Ryan..." Mario gasped. He was breathing so hard it was
difficult for him to speak. "Ryan... c'mon... take...
take... that knife... away..."
I leaned down and put my mouth close to Mario's face.
"Listen to me, you piece of shit. I'm gonna finish what
I started and there's not a FUCKING thing you can do
about it! You shut the fuck up and just let it happen.
Or I'll cut your throat from ear to ear! Do you hear
me?"
Mario lay there, petrified with fear.
"I said, do you HEAR me, BITCH? Answer me!"
"Yes..." Mario croaked.
"Good! Give me one reason to cut you up and I will.
This IS gonna happen, Mario. Count on it. You just lay
back and go with the flow. When I untie you, if you
make a move to escape, I'll shove this fucking knife in
your heart. I fucking promise you that."
Mario gulped heavily and nodded slightly. Tears welled
up in his eyes.
Damn, my hunky Italian stud had pissed me off! Not that
I'd actually kill him but he didn't need to know that!
But, as I learned long ago, if you put the fear of God
in someone, it's amazing what they will do.
After that little episode, I wasn't interested in a
blow job anymore. In fact, I had to be careful because
the big prick would probably bite my cock off if I put
it in his mouth! But, I was still horny and his fear
fed my horniness. Mario might bite my cock off if I put
it in his mouth, but I knew another place I could put
it that didn't have any teeth.
I got up and went to the end of the bed where Mario's
legs were tied down. Using the knife, I cut the strips
that held his legs. Mario had lifted his head off the
bed and was watching me carefully. As I cut the strips,
he moved his legs slightly.
"Lay still! I'll move you when I want you to move," I
growled at him. The leg movement stopped. Looking over
at my dresser, I walked over and got the ashtray with
Mario's cum. I ran my finger around in it. It was cool
but still gooey. Perfect.
I walked back over to the bed and got in between
Mario's legs. I reached down and pulled his legs up and
began to push them back.
"NO! NO MAN! DON'T DO THIS!"
I looked at Mario's face and smiled.
"Don't do what, Mario?"
Panic showed in Mario's face. "C'mon, Ryan! I'm
straight, man! You can't do this!"
"Mario... I know you're straight. Straight or gay, I
don't give a shit. But you've got one of the most
fuckable asses I've ever seen. And I want it."
"C'MON man, I'm MARRIED! If you wanna fuck a guy, fuck
a gay guy! Why fuck me?"
"Because, Mario."
"Because what?"
I smiled an especially evil smile and said sweetly,
"Because I can." After a few moments of smiling, I
turned angry again. "Now, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Ryan, I..."
That did it. I'd told him to shut up but I could see he
wasn't gonna listen. He was still talking as I got off
the bed, grabbed a piece of his ruined sweats, and
raced over to his head. He stopped suddenly, startled
by my sudden movement, then screeched "Ryan, wait I..."
before I shoved the sweats in his mouth and proceeded
to tie them off. Mario shook his head from side to
side, trying to keep me from gagging him but it only
took me about 45 seconds to completely gag him. Now...
I could get down to business.
Getting back between his powerfully built legs, I
reached over and began pushing them back again. Mario
started struggling and I leaned forward and put the
knife to his throat again. Mario stopped struggling
immediately.
"This is the last time, Mario! I told you, I'm gonna do
this. Face it, you're gonna get FUCKED and that's all
there is to it. But if you move one more time, I'm
gonna fuck you and THEN cut your throat! Now, you've
got five seconds to decide."
I looked at Mario and tears welled in his eyes again.
After a few seconds, I could feel his body relax as he
made his decision to give up his straight virgin
fuckable ass to me.
Still looking at him, I moved back in position, lay the
knife where he could see it and lifted his legs again.
As his brawny legs went back, Mario closed his eyes and
turned his head to the side, evidently not wanting to
see me bust his cherry.
As I pushed Mario's legs to his chest, his muscular ass
rose up and I looked at his ass crack. Like the rest of
his body, black hair ran along the crack. I put his
legs over my shoulders, reached down and pulled his
firm ass cheeks apart. God, just feeling that ass was
heavenly! Mario's crack was deep and I had to work hard
to pull his muscular globes apart to see his soon-to-
be-devirginized male pussy. Finally, it appeared, a
nice tight hole surrounded by dark hair.
"Yeah Mario. You've got a fantastic ass, baby. So tight
and fuckable. Who knows, when I finish fucking you, you
just might find you enjoyed it and want someone else to
fuck you. I've known it to happen."
Tears welled up faster in Mario's eyes and he couldn't
believe what was about to happen to him. He felt Ryan
rubbing something smooth and sticky around his asshole.
Fuck. FUCK! This can't be happening, he thought.
I watched Mario as I lubed his tight hole up with his
own cum. I knew he was freaking, wondering how a
strong, proud, heterosexual man could be in this
position. I knew he was thinking about all that but I
didn't give a rat's ass. This fine motherfuckin ass was
here, right in front of me, and my strong, proud,
homosexual cock was gonna fuck it hard!
I stuck two fingers in Mario's hole to try to open it
up but it was tough going. Mario couldn't help but
squirm but after a couple of minutes of twisting and
turning, his hole began to loosen up a little. I used
more cum to lube my cock and kept loosening Mario's
hole. Finally, I pulled my fingers out and put my well
lubed, cum covered cock at his hole. I could feel Mario
tense up as I began to push my cock in.
Mario's tight ass resisted me and I kept pushing. I
felt his hole begin to open slightly and I pushed
harder. Suddenly, the resistance gave way and I pushed
my cock all the way in. I heard Mario scream loudly
into his gag as my cock filled his cherry ass.
Fuck, I practically melted as my hard cock was gripped
by Mario's tight ass! The feeling of being in a tight
virgin ass is almost indescribable! Mario's ass was
hot. My cock felt like it was surrounded by a wet,
heated glove. As Mario's screams penetrated my hearing,
I knew it was agony for him. I didn't move and just let
my cock sit in that tight hole, feeling the heat
surrounding it.
As his screams lessened, I pulled my cock back and
pushed it back in. Mario began screaming again but I
kept fucking. After a few strokes, I pushed Mario's
legs back further and began fucking him harder. Mario's
screams were dying down and I could hear him groaning
as I fucked. I stopped a moment to put more cum on my
cock and Mario's hole and began fucking again. Mario's
hole was opening up and the cum was making his hole
slicker. I started long-dicking Mario, pulling my cock
almost completely out and then shoving it all the way
back in.
Shit. Oh Christ, Mario's mind screamed. He's fucking
me. He's actually FUCKING me! As Ryan's cock first
filled him, Mario felt like a hard turd was being
shoved up his ass. Every time Ryan sunk his cock in,
the pain took his breath away. After being fucked a few
minutes, the pain began to dull and Mario just lay
there, crying and letting Ryan pound his ass. He felt
dirty and used and just wanted the fuck to be over.
I felt Mario's body go slack and knew the worst of it
was over for him. I kept shoving my dick in full,
enjoying the feel of Mario's tight ass surrounding my
cock. I could feel my nuts boiling up and knew I was
about to cum. But I wanted my fuck of this sexy Italian
stud to last.
I pulled out of Mario, grabbed the knife and walked
over to the head of the bed. Mario just laid there, no
movement, no nothing. Quickly I cut through the strips
that bound his hands to the bed and Mario's arms just
fell onto the bed. I don't know if he thought it was
over but I had news for him. It wasn't.
I pulled Mario's body up on the bed, rolling him over
at the same time. I practically fainted when I saw that
muscle ass nude for the first time! It looked just like
I saw it in his sweatpants in the office... a full,
round, muscular, bubble ass. As with the rest of him,
there was just the right amount of hair on his ass.
As Mario lay on his stomach, I put a pillow under him
to raise his ass, pulled his legs apart and sunk my
cock back into his tight hole. That straight ass
welcomed me like an old friend, surrounding me...
welcoming me... stroking me... making me feel like a
pure fuck machine. I got up on my hands and feet,
angled my fuck into that hot Italian man pussy, and
started pounding away. Mario just lay there, totally
defeated as I fucked... and fucked... and fucked.
Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. My balls were
churning and I could feel my hot cum rising. It was so
hot, I could feel it and I fucked faster to get it up
and out into Mario's ass. After shoving my cock hard in
Mario's ass a few more times, my cock exploded and I
could feel the ropes of cum shoot out... and out... and
out...
I fucked a few more strokes and then collapsed on top
of Mario.
Mario moved his head slowly, groggy from the ass
pounding. He felt Ryan on top of him but was too weak
to move. He had grimaced when he felt Ryan's cum shoot
into him but was relieved it was over. Ryan laid there
a couple of minutes and he could feel his cock soften
in his sore ass.
I felt Mario move slightly under me and pulled my
deflating cock out of his ass. Getting off the bed, I
grabbed a towel and started to wipe myself off. After
wrapping myself in the towel, I looked at Mario but he
hadn't moved. I got a pair of shorts and a shirt out of
my dresser, walked over to them, and handed them to
him.
"Mario..."
No answer. I leaned down near Mario, holding the knife
in case he was acting. But somehow I didn't think he
was.
"Mario... it's over. I'm gonna take you to back to your
car now."
Mario moved slowly, turning over and looking at me.
Tears glistened in his eyes and he looked totally lost.
"Mario... here... wear these."
As Mario began crawling out of bed, I dressed and then
walked over to my video remote control, setting it to
rewind. As the tape rewound, I watched Mario put on the
shorts and shirt slowly.
"Mario, I want you to see this."
I pressed the play button and the video began showing
on my 40 inch plasma display. I looked over at Mario
and he had a totally blank look on his face as the
horror of his night began to transpire again before his
eyes.
"You breathe a word of this to anyone Mario and this
tape goes to your wife. No matter what happens to me,
no matter what you do, your wife is gonna see this
tape."
Mario watched the tape for a few moments, then slowly
turned and looked blankly at me.
"Fucker, I'm gonna kill you. You raped me. You're gonna
go to jail."
"Mario, I told you. You do what you want but if you say
anything about tonight, your wife is gonna see how her
strong, masculine, straight husband got fucked up the
ass. You report me to the cops and at my trial, they'll
show this as evidence. Then everyone will see how you
got ass fucked by another man. Ass fucked. By another
man. You understand?"
Mario looked at me silently. I stood there and stared
back at him straight in the face. After a few moments,
he started crying again.
"Bastard! YOU BASTARD! I HATE you! How could you DO
THAT to me?!"
I didn't answer Mario because I knew any answer
wouldn't satisfy him. The truth was that he was sexy
and fuckable and I wanted him. End of story.
I also knew that he wouldn't report me to the police.
The look of shame on his face was unmistakable when he
saw the tape and realized that others would be able to
see his rape. I was counting on his straight macho
heterosexual pride which would let him suffer in
silence and never admit what had happened.
"Whatever, Mario. Let's go."
***
As we drove back to the office, Mario just looked out
the window with his hand over his mouth. I hummed
softly and then asked him a question.
"Hey Mario, would you talk Jose into coming over to my
house some night? I think we'd have a lot of fun
together."
Mario didn't look at me and I heard him mutter, "Fuck
you."
"Fine, Mario. If you don't want to help me, I'm sure
your wife will enjoy seeing this tape of your little
love session tonight."
Mario turned around quickly, a look of fear in his
face. I kept on talking.
"Of course, if you're willing to help me visit with
Jose and get to know him like I did you, I'd be happy
to keep that tape to myself. After all, it's your
choice."
Mario thought a minute, looked down and took a deep
breath. After a few moments, he looked back out the
window.
"Okay. I'll talk to him tomorrow. Just don't hurt him,
okay?"
I smiled and began humming again.
"Why Mario! You know I'd never do anything like that!"
To be continued?
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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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