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“Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Get it over with so I can kill myself
man!” Chico’s screamed words echoed in the otherwise empty room.
Good question. What was he waiting for? Here he was trying to reason with a guy
who was about to know every last inch of him. What did he expect, that the guy
was going to just agree? He could easily cleave his dick in there and there
wasn’t a damn thing the spic could do about it. So what was stopping him?
Then something new happened that raised the tension a notch or ten. Troy’s cock,
which had been squished between himself and Chico’s right ass cheek started to
unfold and harden. They both felt it go from a rubbery, wet, almost unnoticed
object, to a slowly hardening reminder of why they were both here.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Troy howled, and readjusted himself so that it
was lying in the cleft of Chico’s ass.
Chico found himself unable to move. It wasn’t like he didn’t have control of his
muscles, it was that Troy had tightened his grip to such an extent that he just
had no leeway.
Now the focus went deeper, blowing right past sex and lost manhood, straight to
domination and control. Not being able to move brought forth so much frustration
that Chico did not know how express it. The more he flexed his muscles to try
and move, the tighter the hold became.
It was like this for a full twenty minutes, until Chico was defeated, mentally
and physically. He felt as if the rape had already happened. This was worse than
handcuffs and leg restraints. He felt so powerless that there was nothing to do
but cry.
Conversely, Troy felt like an all-powerful boa constrictor. He felt more alive
than he had in his life. He had raped many people, almost all of them older than
he, but the intensity of this situation was unlike anything that had happened
yet.
By now, he normally would have been well on his way to coming deep inside his
conquest and would be on his way. He found himself enjoying the connection to
Chico so much that he didn’t quite know what to do himself.
Chico felt the tears rolling down his face, and Troy felt them on his arm. They
were sharing a potent moment, as one man was being forced to admit defeat, and
another was learning how to graciously prevail.
Troy drooled a large amount of saliva into his free hand. He normally didn’t
bother too much with lubrication, but found himself comparing the present
circumstances to that of war, when the winning side treated prisoners of war
with a certain amount of mercy.
He smeared the spit on both the head and part of the shaft of his eight inch,
thicker than normal, dick. “Don’t fight it, or you’ll end having to have it
sewed.” He whispered
Chico couldn’t answer, as the tears continued to come. He had been expecting
pain, but was truly unprepared for just how extreme it would be. “OHHHHH
OOHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!” he wailed as he felt his ass burn as if hot oil had been
placed just inside his anus.
Troy continued to feed his cock in until he was buried to the hilt. Then he
stayed still. His arm was still firmly around Chico’s neck, but he had now
flattened himself so that his body made total contact with the thinner Latino.
Troy had never felt so close to another person. It felt ancient and familiar. He
felt as if he had taken Chico’s very soul. He knew that by not moving, he would
give the other man’s body time to accept the intrusion, and that much of the
pain would dissipate.
Again, he was not sure where this knowledge came from. He had hardly cared in
the past how his victim felt. This was different because he could relate to this
guy. He somehow just knew that they were more alike than different. “Its all the
way in” he said, for no good reason.
“OH GODDDDD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” It was a howl of
such unrestrained anguish that it actually started Troy with its depth. He still
did not feel any guilt at all. This concept was as old as time. Nature had
integrated it into every last corner of the earth. The strong had to prevail.
Now he slowly withdrew himself even slower than he had entered. The sensation on
his cock made this more gratifying than it ever had been before.
Chico had begun to adjust somewhat to the assault on his body, and was now
dealing with the psychological aspects of what was happening as he felt the
skinhead entering him again at a faster rate of speed.
Their bodies were still pressed tight and were still wet, but not so much from
the residual shower water. Their sweat was acting like a conduit, which allowed
the electricity to pass from one to the other. Together they were like a finely
tuned musical instrument. Tight strings.
As Troy started to fuck in earnest, his breath grew heavy in Chico’s ears. While
the sounds were more like guttural moans and exhalations, they moved through
Chico’s existence as if they were spoken. He felt Troy humping him rhythmically
as their bodies moved together toward the natural conclusion.
Troy’s iron hard cock plunged into Chico’s slick ass, and then back out again
like a piston. It began to feel to both of them like a contact sport, as Troy’s
muscles were moving to assist in the penetration, and Chico’s to accommodate it.
Chico no longer felt like a tough urban street kid, he now felt like a dog, or
lion in the bush. He felt as if he was being mated, not raped. The close contact
between them, as well as the athletic exertion caused him to develop the an
erection, as if the human contact ignited something he could not will to go
away.
Then he felt the steel-like object inside him begin to convulse as Troy had his
orgasm. At that moment, Troy loosened his grip for the first time during the
event, as he shot his seed into Chico’s bowels.
Chico couldn’t have fought back now if he tried.
Troy collapsed on top of him and for reasons that neither of them understood,
resumed his death grip on Chico. They spent the next half-hour, with Troy still
on top of Chico, holding him so tightly that the Latino boy had no hope of
movement.
Chico sobbed for the loss of more than his manhood, he cried for a feeling of
powerlessness that he now suspected had always been there, but had now been
brought under a white, hot spotlight.
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