Perverts 'R' Us

Teen Rape

By DriveDeep ( M/m, NC, anal, oral, rape )

I'd been watching him from my car for almost an hour and I knew what he was doing, keep going into that public toilet. He looked maybe 14, but I guessed he was more likely older, maybe 16. Grey trousers and white shirt and a bag that was bulging - he should have been at school and had stuffed his jacket in his bag. He was short and slim, maybe 5 feet 6 tall and had dark brown hair and big brown eyes like a deer. His hair was shining after the sudden shower, the same shower that made his shirt go translucent and stick to his skin, showing small dark rings round his tits. It also clung to him showing just a slight muscle formation on his chest and no sign of hair.

His grey trousers were a bit tighter than they should have been, maybe he had them for some time and they had been washed and shrunk, but they showed a very small, neat, pert little arse and just the faint sign of a swelling in his crotch. There were also two damp patches on the knees which told me he had been on his knees in that toilet. Doing what, I wondered? A perfect target for my sport, I could feel the stirring in my groin.

I'm not the greatest looker on this earth. Forty-seven and graying, but I'm in decent shape as I'm a showman. All that fairground work keeps you trim and fit. I'm about six two tall. My dick is not the longest you'll ever see, but I'm not ashamed. About nine inches max-hard, but it's quite thick, inch and a half across and the head is near on three inches across. That's one of my great assets as once that head is in it's just as painful to pull it out again, forcing the arse open to get it over the purple swelling. When I'm in, it's like a dog's knot - locked in.

I watched the kid as he followed another man in. Minutes after the man came out, so I knew nothing had happened. I got out my car and nipped in quick before the kid could get out. If he was renting, then he was out of luck. If he was willing, then he could be worth a fuck, even if the thrill of the chase and rape wasn't there.

He was in the urinal as I entered, obviously zipping up. I stood next, but one space from him and got my dick out and let it slowly swell in my hand. He un-zipped again and fumbled around and got his out and I could see he was rubbing it.

I stepped back just a bit to see more, and so he could see me if he stepped back. He moved and I saw the most beautiful boy cock. Maybe only 5 inches and not that thick, but you could see it was hard, he was forcing it down to keep it horizontal and it still had that pearlescent, almost translucent look of a young boy's cock.

He looked at my dick, and then my face. He blushed when I looked straight back into his eyes. I moved back even more and started to play with my hard dick. I was on his left, so I used my left hand so he could see everything I was doing. As he was right-handed, I had the same view of him. I moved over next to him and watched him playing with himself.

Then I slid my free hand over and held his dick. It was as hard as a bone. I heard a sound like a sigh from him as I rubbed it. Then I stepped back and knelt down and took it in my mouth. So sweet, so hard and he groaned with the feeling. I sucked it for a bit, and then knew it was time for the first test. I stood up and looked him straight in the face.

"My turn now, lad"

"What?"

"Time for you to return the favor and suck me."

"Oh."

He looked crestfallen, but knelt down on the floor and did the best he could to get the fat head of my dick in his mouth.

"Reckon you need a bit of help with that."

I put my hand on the back of his head and gave a push and the head forced its way past his lips and teeth and nestled tight in his small mouth. Oh yes, this was good. He sucked on it and I could tell quickly that he had not done much of this. I slowly pulled out and lifted him back up.

"That was fantastic lad; you really know how to please a man, don't you?" (Always give praise, makes them feel good, makes them try harder to please you, and makes them more vulnerable and trusting) "Don't think you should do that in a public toilet, what if somebody came in? Anyway you shouldn't kneel on a wet toilet floor, it leaves patches on your trousers and anyone seeing that will know what you been doing."

He looked down at his knees and went bright red.

"Jesus… shit" (bit of confidence gone!)

Look, if you want me to suck you, and maybe you suck me lets go get a coffee and talk about it. I got a place not far. If you change your mind, OK, you leave after the coffee, no harm done. What you say, kid?"

"I don't know. I only suck; nothing else. No bum stuff or anything, I don't do that."

Oh boy! Better than I hoped, maybe a virgin!

"No, fine, anything you say. I don't want to do anything you don't want. I would never hurt anyone."

I could see he was thinking it over and there was some doubt.

"Look I can see you're not sure. Let's leave it. I'll go, but please don't hang round public toilets. If you get caught what, would your parents say when the police told them?"

"I only got mum, my dad is dead" (Perfect, his urge was accentuated by a desire for a father figure in his life.)

"OK, but think of your mum and be careful." I started to walk out.

"OK, but just sucking, you promise?"

"Sure, of course. Like I said, only what you want to do" We walked out together and I led him along the pavement.

"Where's your car then?"

"It's back there, but we got to have that coffee first."

"I thought we had to drive to your place."

"We do, but the café is just here."

"Oh I thought you meant coffee at your house."

"Christ no lad, you got to get to know me a bit so you feel safe and happy before we go home. You might not like me so you got to have a chance to talk and be certain it's what you want to do. (Doing this would boost his confidence and lower his guard. It's all psychology)

I had a coffee and he had cappuccino. We talked about things and I kept steering the conversation to his home life and his dad. He obviously missed him like crazy. Like I thought, the kid was 15, just, and his name was Shaun. He had been going to toilets occasionally for about four months but had only sucked a few men and had been sucked a few times. He was a virgin and was adamant he would never do bum sex (as he called it).

We talked for nearly an hour and had two coffees before I said, "Well do you want to go now, or come home with me?"

He paused and thought and I could see he was nervous. Eventually he said, "OK, I'll go to your house" - (GOT HIM!)

We walked back to my car and drove the three miles to my mobile home. The conversation I kept light and friendly to keep him at ease. The number on my car was false. I had noted several cars the same make and color as mine and had written the numbers down. I used one of them when I was hunting. Also I knew I was moving on later that day, and had only parked where I was that morning.

There was no number on the mobile home. It was parked in a lay-by on a very quiet back road. Very little chance of being even noticed, let alone disturbed.

We got there and went in and I very quietly locked the door behind me. I got us a drink, me lemonade and his vodka and lemonade, just to relax him a bit. I also opened three bottles of poppers and put them around the bedroom before I took him in there. He stood in that room looking scared and vulnerable, not knowing what to do or say.

"I think we should undress, don't you?"

I could see how nervous he was, so I just held him for a minute and felt his crotch. Get him hard and let the hormones overcome his nervousness. It soon worked. I felt his cock thicken and he started to undo his shirt buttons. I just watched him as he slowly stripped off. He gradually slowed down as he realized I wasn't undressing. I encouraged him with compliments and explained how I just wanted to admire his fantastic body. He did look good, actually.

First, he had no hair under his arms. That was a bonus, making him look much younger than 15. He was slim, but there was just the definition of muscles on his chest and the faint trace of a six-pack across his stomach. He was the stuff top porn stars were made of and what was even better was, he didn't realize just how good he looked. He got to all but his briefs. White CK and tight across his swollen cock. False modesty really as I had both seen and felt the cock he was hiding.

With a few quiet, soft words I eventually got him to slip them down too. HE WAS BEAUTIFUL! His cock was no more than 5½" and it was a thin boy's cock. The skin was stretched over it, but had that shiny almost pearlescent look to it and it was really hard. The head was a bright youthful red, but hardly thicker than the rest of the cock. It was straight up against his belly. There was a little pubic hair around the top and traces of pubic hair starting to appear at the side. His balls were hairless and tight against his body. I sucked in my breath at the beauty.

"God Shaun, you really are beautiful!" He smiled, blushing at the compliment, but obviously pleased.

"Turn round please"

He turned around and the true object of my desire appeared. It was tiny; the sides did not protrude at all from his thighs, just one smooth line. The actual cheeks were also almost a straight line, continuing from his thighs to his back, just a slight bulge. The cheeks were not rounded and full but small and flat and he had the most attractive dimples in each cheek. I was going to really enjoy this!

I quickly stripped whilst watching the object of my desire, the final destination of my now rock hard cock. When I was naked, I invited him to turn around. He did and as he saw my engorged penis I heard him gasp and saw the look of shock and fear on his face.

"Look Shaun, remember what I said, nothing you don't want. You won't be able to fool me by saying you're enjoying it when you're not, 'cause your cock will tell me. You can't stay hard if you're not enjoying what I'm doing. If you are enjoying it then you'll stay as hard and as fantastic as you are now. Don't worry."

He seemed to relax. The bit about the hard cock was important. Inexperienced kids of his age usually don't know about their prostate and what will happen when it gets rubbed. It was essential to plant that fact in his head now. It would pay me back later.

I led him to the bed and lay him down. I knelt beside him, near his shoulder with my back to his head. I slowly took his cock in my mouth. It was hard, really hard, like a boy's often is. It felt almost like I was sucking a skin-covered bone and it was straining against the roof of my mouth as it was forced away from his belly.

I worked my tongue and mouth all over it and I heard him groan. I knew I was winning when I felt his hand reaching down and grab my cock. He slowly massaged me as I worked on him; getting him close but never a chance he would be allowed to cum. He smelt of aftershave, just a faint trace and baby powder. God I love that smell on a kid, all clean and innocent.

After a bit I stopped and stood up. Now for the first test. I turned and placed my cock near his mouth. He opened his mouth and took it in without a hesitation. He was hot; everything was going just as I wanted it to. He sucked well, even though he couldn't get much of the length in his mouth. Also his small mouth had trouble opening wide enough to get any of it in; but that just made it feel better to me.

Slowly but surely, so as not to scare him, I got more and more into his mouth and throat. All the time I was telling him how good he was, how great at sucking a cock, better than any other man I had had. His pride got the best of him and soon he was gagging as the head of my cock forced its way into the back of his throat. I pulled back and let him breathe, then forced it back in again.

I kept on doing this and slowly he got the rhythm and I was soon fucking his throat real hard. At the same time I was gently playing with his cock and balls and rubbing his tiny nipples. I could feel his cock leaking pre-cum. It was time for the next stage.

I slowly pulled out of his mouth. "Oh Shaun you're too good. You'll have me cumming soon and I haven't given you enough pleasure yet."

I moved down between his legs and lifted them up. Fear flashed across his face (God I LOVE that look!!)

"You said only sucking."

"Hey calm down Shaun. I said nothing you didn't want to do and I meant it. We have an agreement. I'm going to tongue your arse and I think you'll love the sensation. If you don't, tell me. Anyway, I'll watch to see if your cock goes soft."

He looked doubtful, but the moment my tongue touched that tiny entrance, I heard him gasp and moan. I probed and licked. He reached for his cock. I grabbed his hand and removed it from his cock. "See? I knew you would like it"

"Oh God, yeah!"

I worked on his bum with my tongue, eventually getting the tongue inside and I could tell it was really getting him going. Then I slipped my mouth up and onto his cock and sucked that for a bit as I pressed my thumb against his bum. Then I moved up and sucked his nipples. Then down again and suck his cock, then moved my tongue back to that tiny, beautiful arse.

He was writhing and moaning with the sensations. I repeated this several times. On the last one I tipped some of the poppers on to the pillow his head was resting on. He was so into it that he was holding his legs up for me to get at his arse and cock! As I slipped back down that scrumptious body and onto his rock hard dribbling cock I slipped my index finger into a tub of KY I had under the bed. I then tongued his bum some more. I slid back up onto his cock and sucked him in and forced my finger into his bum. Boy did he yell and jump.

"Hey! That hurts, please no bum sex. Please take it out… please? Jesus, that hurts… please"

I moved quickly to find the target and the moment I found his prostate he jumped again and his yelling stopped. I could see it was still hurting, which I liked, but also that it was giving him sensations he had never had before. Now I knew exactly where his prostate was I could find it again with something much bigger later.

I slipped off his cock, "It's OK, it's only one finger, and I promised no bum sex, so don't worry. Anyway, I can tell by the way your dick is rock hard you're really enjoying it" (Just one more psychological nail in his coffin!)

I carried on working my tongue and finger on his arse, cock, and tits, lubing up my cock as I tongued his arse. I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted that tiny tight arse. I wanted to hear him scream and plead. I wanted to hurt and rape him. Now it was my time for pleasure.

I moved up to his cock just like before but this time it was my cock that rested against that tight virgin opening. He was totally unaware it was not my finger as I moved to suck his nipples. Held his legs by putting my arms around the outside of then; leaned against him - and shoved.

The head was in before he realized. Then he screamed. I could see the shock and pain in his face. I could feel him trying to arch away from the intrusion. It didn't work. He was trapped beneath me, his slim small frame no match for my strength and bulk. I paused with the head just inside.

"Oh god, please! It hurts… please, take it out! Please… oh shit… Jesus, my bum's burning. You promised… please, take it out, please!" He babbled on as tears ran down his cheeks.

"OK, I'll take it out, if that's what you really want."

I knew what was about to happen. His tight ring might be being forced apart by the girth of my cock, but it was resting on the thinnest part just below the head. I started to pull back and the head once again started to force that tight little ring wider and wider.

He yelled again, "Stop, please stop!" I stopped.

"You said to take it out. Do you want me to pull out or not?"

"Yes." I pulled back against the inside of his ring again.

"No… stop! Christ, stop!"

"Look do you want me to pull out or not, kid?"

"Yes, no… shit, I don't know."

"Make up your mind, pull out or stay in?"

"Pull it out."

I obliged but the head wasn't even half out when he screamed, "Stop not please not out, in… please in, Jesus… shit… ouch!"

"OK kid, in it is then."

I shoved and over half my 9 inches forced its way into that tight, oh so tight chute. He screamed, he yelled, he fought against the intrusion, but he was lost. He was sobbing and gasping for breath, close to passing out. I was harder than I had been for ages. I rammed the rest of my thick cock into him, forcing past the second ring deep inside that tiny, tight, sweet arse.

His head dropped to one side as the pain became too much. I rested with my balls pressed hard against his. His cock was soft now. I dribbled some poppers onto a cloth and held it under his nose. He couldn't help inhaling loads of it as his chest heaved with the pain.

He came around again as I pulled back, not stopping until the head was pressing against the inside of his tight ring again. He yelled, I slid the length back in. After doing this three or four times, I adjusted my position. He was so tight and he kept tensing his arse against the intrusion that I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. This time as I slid right into him I knew I would brush against his prostate. At the same time I played with his limp cock. He couldn't know it was pure reflex biology that three or four passes would cause his cock to stiffen despite his pain, humiliation, and loathing.

"Look I KNEW you'd enjoy this. You're getting as stiff as hell. See you're loving every minute, every thrust."

He was totally confused now. I had messed with his body and now I was raping his mind. He hated what I was doing. It was hurting and that showed by the tears and the expression; the hunched body and way he was trying to get away. At the same time he registered that he WAS hard and every time I touched that magic spot electricity pulsed through his sexual regions. His mind just couldn't compute the contradiction. He was literally FUCKED!

I kept ramming in and out, in and out, not caring how much pain it caused. This was my triumph, my pleasure, my victory. I was gripping his cock real tight and pumping in time with my thrusting. I couldn't remember the last time I had one this tight. He was writhing on the bed, pain etched across his face, eyes bulging, and mouth open.

His cock jerked in my hand and he shot a huge jet of boy cum into the air and it landed on his face and open mouth. Another followed and he choked on his own cum. That was too much for me!

His ring had almost cut me in two as he came. I gave a mighty thrust and felt like the head of my dick was in his chest somewhere, and I shot - boy did I shoot! After the first three giant spurts I pulled back and rammed it in again, shooting another two jets into him. I did that two more times; a total of nine jets of cum deep in this kid's body. Then I collapsed across his tiny form, exhausted. My head was on his chest as he lay sobbing with his own cum drying on his face and body.

After a few moments I started to soften and regain composure. I slowly pulled out of his now bruised and battered arse. The ring gaped open in a lewd, obscene way and some of my cum ran down between his legs. He rolled over onto his side and curled up in the fetal position. They often do that after I raped them for some reason. He was sobbing and gasping, obviously in pain. I left him to cry and recover as I cleaned myself up.

"You better clean yourself up, kid, before that cum dries on your body and you go home smelling of sex."

"Why… why did you do that? Why? I said 'no bum stuff.' You promised. Why?"

"Because I wanted to. Because you teased me with that beautiful arse of yours. Because you enjoyed it."

"I DIDN'T I HATED IT. I SAID NO! YOU HURT ME!"

He was shouting and screaming at me. I looked him in the eye and replied in a quiet voice, almost a whisper; "But you DID enjoy it. Not only was your dick rock hard, but you actually came when I was in you, shooting so much it landed on your face. Your dick can't lie. You were hard and you shot a huge load with me fucking that cute, tiny, teasing arse of yours You loved every minute of it, You started it all off by reaching for MY dick when I was sucking you. That told me you wanted some hot sex fun and it got me going. You can't blame me for what happened when you turned me on. You wanked me and sucked me. You asked for it, you got it, and your cock and your cum says you enjoyed it."

I could see the total confusion and disbelief on his face. He had not enjoyed it. It had hurt. He didn't want it to happen and he hadn't enjoyed it. But he had reached for my dick right at the beginning. He had sucked me. He had stayed hard with me in his bum. He had cum a huge load. He had cum with this monster's cock inside him. The victory was mine totally. I had raped his body, and now I had raped his mind. He cleaned himself up and I drove him in silence back to near where I had found him. He got out and walked away, his shoulders down, defeated.

I knew he would never tell anyone. How could he admit he had cum, that he must have enjoyed it because he stayed hard and had cum. He was confused by the events and his lock of sexual confidence and knowledge would only add to this. He would agonize over what had happened today, it would eat into his thoughts over and over again. He would relive this afternoon for years to come. He would never forget me. He could never tell anyone.

I got back to the mobile home and hitched up to move off. I changed the plates on the car to the correct ones. Just before I drove off I dropped the audiotape of the afternoon's events into the small drawer with the others. Videotapes were too incriminating, but I had a great collection of audio memories!!!

From DriveDeep@hotamil.co.uk