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Table
By David Waledich
MM+ Mdom cons sub viol oral anal scat
Copyright reserved 2003
The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and
has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
found in any other place this is not the responsibility of the author.
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. He does not condone
actual violence against women or men, or non consensual sex. These stories
are a sexual fantasy, nothing more.
If you want to read other stories by David Waledich then either go via
FTP to http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/waledich or via the web to
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/waledich ASSTR Authors Corner. There is
plenty more to choose from.
Synopsis: A short story about one man over a table in a locked room...
The door was locked behind me. The room smelt of stale sweat, like a
men's changing rooms in a gym. There were no windows, just bare walls. No
furnishings, just a single table. The top of the table had some large
stain marks. I was in the room for about five minutes before the door was
unlocked. A man was let in, and the door locked again behind him. There
was no way out until he had finished with me. He was big, there were
strong muscles under his shirt, it was going to hurt. He could do whatever
he wanted, and no one would come to help me. He looked at me and his eyes
were cold, dead of emotion. I felt nauseous. I had never seen him before,
but he was going to put his cock in my ass. He was going to have me. He
had no interest in me as a person. His only interest was in the tight hole
between my buttocks, clenched with fear, and the pleasure his cock was
going to have against my insides.
As instructed, I turned my back on him, dropped my trousers, and bent
over the table. My head hung over the other side, at about waist height. I
looked back under the table, and upside down I could see him standing close
behind me. He told me to grip the sides with my hands. I did, so that I
appeared crucified against it. He told me that whatever I did I must not
let go of the table with my hands. Then he took hold of my underpants, and
swished them down off my bottom, leaving them half way down my thighs. My
cock and balls swung free in the air, silhouetted between my own thighs.
He spat on his hand and ran his fingers up the split between my
buttocks, slippery wet as they searched for my hole. One large middle
finger poked at my asshole and shoved upwards. I felt his fingernail
painfully scratch my anus as it forced inward. He stuck a second finger up
and probed in and out a couple of times, then yanked his fingers out and
unfastened his trousers. This was going to hurt. I felt sick, right down
in my guts. I felt the rubbery hard head of his penis push between my
buttocks and slip around in the sweat of my crack, hunting for my hole. I
gritted my teeth. His knob squashed against my anus and started to push
remorselessly. Then the pain started, terrible sickening pain that made me
twist like an eel on the table. It was never going to go in. He was going
to split me in half. I was begging him to stop, pleading with him not do
it. His whole weight pressed down onto my anus, the entrance to my bowels.
I heard a horrible squelching ripping noise, like fruit tearing apart. My
asshole caved inwards and I felt a stab of pain like a knife surge up my
passage. His length curved up inside me and felt as though it was scraping
along the inside of my spine. His balls were rammed stickily between my
buttocks and his knob was right up inside my back. A man's living feeling
twitching cock was stuck up my ass. I could feel his panting breath
against the hairs on the back of my neck. He was going to have me and I
was helpless under him. He fucked back and forth, the terrible aching
friction of his cock against my horribly stretched anus. The pushing and
pulling of his length created vacuum that sucked in on his knob, my insides
clutching at him as he pulled backwards, then exploding round him as he
pushed back in. Every smallest movement, thrust or twitch in my ass made
me jerk spasmodically on the table under him, as though I was no longer in
control of my body.
The shifting pain of his cock in my backside was the worst pain I have
ever felt in my life. I was lying there helpless under him, his penis
moving in and out of my rectum, and I could do nothing. I wasn't man
enough to stop him or fight him. Fear coiled in my stomach, and that same
fear left me lying stretched out underneath his body, allowing him to rape
my insides. It wasn't the pain of my torn asshole that made me feel
disgusted, it was the pain that I had let him do it to me.
Finally he pulled backwards and drew it out slowly, hot and wet like
shit coming out of me. I could feel fluids oozing out of my punctured
sphincter behind it, trickling down over the back of my balls. He walked
round in front of me, his engorged member quivering upright. It was
bouncing as he moved. It was as thick as a woman's wrist. It reminded me
of a reptile, upright and ready to strike. Below swung a couple of huge
round distended testicles, dangling in their skinny sack.
The distended head stuck out at the top, a violent fluorescent pink,
burning from forcing inside me. Around the shaft dark smears clung to the
velvet white skin, to remind me where it had been. He put it in my mouth,
and his knob was rubbery and salty on my tongue. He pushed it in and I
felt the shit sticky between my lips. He pulled back out, slippery wet,
and it jumped upright in front of my face. He told me to lick my lips.
Feeling sick I licked the dirt from my mouth, and he put his cock back in.
My mouth was full of the sticky taste of my insides, a bitter, pungent,
sickly sweetness. Holding the back of my head he fucked my mouth, his cock
strangely flat and wide between my lips, curved up against the roof of my
mouth, his piss-tasting knob banging the back of my throat. The strange
rigid sponginess of his shaft stretched my mouth wide and I could feel the
veins of his cock pulsing through his velvet skin against my lips. It felt
like a living creature in my mouth, jumping and throbbing.
It slipped out of my mouth and sprung back upwards, straining erect. He
left it there for a moment for me to memorise every veined inch, then he
wiped it dry on his shirt. He wanted nothing to help ease its return up my
ass. Then he walked back round to my proffered naked buttocks. I gripped
the sides of the table as though my life depended on it. He put his knob
against my asshole and squeezed it back up me. The now familiar tearing
pain as my sphincter spread round his head, then the sickening push of his
member up into my bowels. One last jerk and he was right up me again, and
I was speared into the table edge. He gripped the far side of the table,
mounted my buttocks and fucked into me like a dog. His length stabbed
horribly into my bowels, his hairy soft testicles grinding against my
bottom. I writhed on the table under his slapping hips.
The agony of my bursting sphincter began to subside, but I felt every
inch of the fucking with terrible clarity. His cock was enormous inside
me. Every time he thrust in it was like a fist going up my ass, punching my
stomach. When he slid back out, it felt like the suction would draw my
insides and all my shit out with it.
By the speed and force of his fucking I knew he was getting close to
coming in me, his curved length stiffening and growing upwards inside my
back. Suddenly he wrenched back out of me, taking a squirt of shit with
it, and marched round in front of me, wanking his cock furiously, like a
mad man. His gripping fingers were smeared with my shit, his knob appeared
and disappeared under his white foreskin like a huge winking crimson eye,
engorged with blood. He wrenched his hand down to his balls, his knob
burst mushrooming out the top of his cock, and he rammed himself into my
mouth. He fucked my face for a few seconds, as his length stiffened. He
pulsed down the whole of its length, and gasped a huge groan of pleasure,
ramming his shaft down my throat. For a whole second nothing happened,
then a huge jet of spunk squirted into my mouth. His whole body jerked,
spasmodically, then his knob swelled and a second pump of stringy come
splattered over the roof of my mouth. The thick bleachy taste of sperm
flooded my tastebuds, and I choked on the animal flavour of it. He was
emptying his testicles into my mouth, pumping deep shooting squirts down my
swallowing throat. I drank rather than choke, while he continued to hammer
his spending knob into the top of my mouth. Finally he slumped against my
face, my nose in his soft pubic hair, the last few jerks of his cock
squeezing drops of thick sperm onto my tongue. He withdrew his cock, the
taste of his balls staying in my mouth, and did up his trousers. Still
panting for breath, he told me to stay exactly as I was, then walked away
and knocked on the door to be let out.
I was there for about a minute before three men came in and the door was
locked again. They took it in turns in my bottom, and I still hadn't seen
what they looked like. Then they made me kneel down at their feet and suck
each of their cocks in order, before bending over the table again. All
three buggered me, and all three came in my mouth, so that no lubricating
sperm could ease the pain of my bruised stretched asshole. Each time one
of them pushed up me the pain of my dry splitting sphincter made me wriggle
on the table, but when I was bent over I never let go of the edge of the
table, not for an instant. They left me and I lay there with my cold
buttocks in the air, pointing at the door, drying shit smeared up and down
my anal crack, clinging to the hairs of my balls. I was burping the taste
of a stomach full of male seed. I had allowed four men to sodomise me, and
I had drunk the seed of their testicles. They had possessed my ass, and
the sperm resting inside my belly meant that they possessed and controlled
me still.
If more men entered the room I would submit to them too, take their
cocks up my ass and their sperm down my throat. And my humiliation was all
the more extreme in that I wasn't tied down or held in place. I just lay
there, and gripped the edges of the table and let them do what they wanted.
I was theirs. For the rest of my life I would carry the pain and
humiliation of my rape, that I had submitted to them, let them up me. And
part of them would always be inside me. I would never again be a man, a
true man, with their seed inside me. I had been conquered. The door
opened and five more men entered, the door locked again behind them. This
could go on all night. I closed my eyes and waited for the rape to start
again....
END
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plenty more to choose from.
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