Begging For It By David73

   An arrogant college student denies that he will ever beg to be fucked by
a strapon.

   Daniel leaned back against the wall and took another swig from the
bottle of beer.  It was a typical college party he thought, looking over
the scene.  The usual faces enacting the usual little dramas to the usual
music.  Where was Beth?  Perhaps he could persuade her to leave early for
some "one on one" time.  By now she had to have a couple of drinks in her,
and that always thawed her out.  He grinned at the thought, scanning the
crowd for a familiar blonde head.

   But it was a dark haired girl with a dyed red lock of hair who caught
his attention.  Her black clothing and strong makeup made her stand out
from the rest of the crowd.  Obviously a one of the "Goths" Daniel thought
dismissively.  She was standing off to one side, not shunned, yet somehow
isolated from the party.

   Suddenly she looked over at him and her challenging stare made him look
away.  Where was Beth anyway?  She had gone looking for friends ages ago
and not returned.  He made a mental note to make her beg for ignoring him
like this.  Maybe it was time to remind her that there were plenty of other
girls who would love to please him.  He shifted his stance slightly as his
cock began to stir at the thought of Beth whimpering and begging.  Once he
got her started she turned into a complete slut.  Just the way he liked it.

   He looked back at the party, wondering which of girls he should turn his
attention on.  A little bit of jealousy would only make Beth more eager. 
His eyes were drawn back to the Goth girl.  She was not his usual type.  He
didn't go in for any of that freaky shit, but there was something about
this one.  The loose fitting clothing made it hard to tell, but he had the
feeling she had a killer body underneath.  It might be fun to find out. 
Hell the way she dressed, she was probably a kinky little slut.  Daniel's
cock hardened as he imagined the sort of shit he could do with her.  There
was bound to be at least one free room upstairs.

   Working his way over to the girl, he put on his winning smile.  As he
drew close she glanced at him and then away again.  Daniel fought down the
sting of irritation at her dismissal.  You had to charm them first.  Once
they were hooked, then you could train them.

   "I don't think we've met before." He said, putting as much warmth into
his voice as he could.  "I'm Daniel." He reached out his hand.

   The dark haired girl turned back towards him.  Her piercing blue eyes
studied him for a moment.  A slight smile flickered on her lips; the dark
purple lipstick made it a strangely ominous expression.

   "Isabella." She said, her eyes already returning to the party.

   Daniel ground his teeth.  The stuck up bitch would pay for the way she
was treating him.  Forcing the smile back onto his face, he took a moment
to study Isabella up close.  She was a skinny thing, but as he had guessed,
there were some nice curves hidden under her loose fitting clothing.  He
wondered briefly what her ass would look like on her hands and knees in a
thong.

   When his eyes reached Isabella's face, he found her watching him, her
eyebrow arched in query.  Daniel flashed a grin that had won over plenty of
girls; she didn't so much as crack a smile.  Frigid bitch.  She wouldn't be
so cool when stuck it up her ass.  His cock stirred again.  Beth always
said no to that, but this Goth chick would beg for it before he was done.

   "You're wasting your time you know." She said, sounding almost bored.

   "Oh?"

   "I'm not into guys."

   "Yeah right!"

   Isabella turned to stare at him, her lips quirking into a smirking
smile.

   "I like pussy, not cock." She said, locking eyes with him.

   "You're a lezzy?" Daniel almost shouted in surprise, then glanced
around, suddenly aware that a lot of people were looking in his direction.
Isabella smiled mockingly and he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

   "I bet I could fix that." He muttered.  Isabella laughed.  She reached
out and patted his cheek.

   "Sweetie, you can't fuck me straight."

   "You just haven't had a real man." He blustered, trying to cover his
embarrassment.

   "Oh I've had men before.  Real men.  They all thought they could make me
love cock.  Now I like to show them who really loves cock." Isabella
smirked.  "If you ask very nicely I'll show you too.  I'm sure I have a
strapon that will fit."

   Daniel tried to ignore the sound of smothered laughter coming from the
crowd of onlookers.  Isabella just watched him, an amused look on her face.

   "I don't take it up the ass like some fag bitch!" He hissed.  Isabella
said nothing, holding his gaze calmly.  Daniel spun on his heel ready to
leave, only to find himself face to face with the blonde hair and angry
blue eyes of Beth.

   *****

   Beth didn't say a word to him on the way home.  Her silence spoke
volumes.  He could feel the anger radiating from her.  She still hadn't
spoken by the time they went to bed.  Daniel knew he should say something,
a few words and she'd be eating out of his hand again.  But he was too
angry after his encounter with Isabella.

   He couldn't get the girl's face out of his mind or her voice out of his
ears.  In the middle of the night he rolled on top of Beth.  She didn't
resist.  She didn't do much of anything, but Daniel didn't care.  He was
picturing a smirking, dark haired girl as he slammed into Beth's
unresponsive body.  Gritting his teeth, he thrust repeatedly, his hard cock
on the brink of release.  The sound of laughter echoed in his head taking
the edge off his pleasure, preventing from reaching relief.  He grunted,
fucking Beth harder, determined to cum.

   Finally her body began to respond to him, her hands moving round to cup
his ass.  Her encouragement redoubled his efforts, but it couldn't block
the laugher from his mind.  Couldn't blank out the image of people laughing
at him.

   Suddenly Beth's fingers were teasing his asshole, pressing against the
puckered opening.  With a groan he thrust deep into her pussy, cum spurting
from his cock.  As he whimpered and panted his release Isabella's words
echoed in his mind.

   "If you ask very nicely I'll show you too.  I'm sure I have a strapon
that will fit."

   Rolling off Beth, he stared up into the darkness burning with
frustration and embarrassment.  Why had Beth put her fingers there?  He
felt the bed move as Beth stood up and walked to the bathroom, but
pretended to be asleep.

   ***

   The silent treatment continued the next day.  Beth just lay in bed,
barely acknowledging his existence before he left for college.  To make
matters worse Daniel found that word of his encounter with Isabella had
spread quickly around the campus.  The stares and laughter that followed
him made his palms itch with anger.  It would pass, he told himself.  There
was always something new to gossip about.  But the images in his head
remained.

   Each night, in the dark, he fucked Beth viciously, taking out his
frustrations on her compliant body.  And each night, just when he was ready
to give up in frustration, Beth's fingers teased his ass until he came.

   She never said anything, not to his face anyway.  Occasionally out of
the corner of his eye he caught a look of what seemed like contempt on her
face, but when he turned to her, it was gone.

   Daniel came face to face with Isabella again two weeks after the party.
He and Beth were on their way home when she walked up and after giving him
a brief, dismissive glance, gave Beth a broad smile.  The two girls
exchanged pointless pleasantries.  The two girls exchanged pointless
pleasantries while Daniel ground his teeth in fury.  His cheeks flamed red
with embarrassment as he became aware of the people looking at him.  The
bitch was obviously rubbing his nose in it.

   Daniel glared at the Goth bitch as she stood there chatting.  One way or
another he would see her naked.  Whatever she said, he knew she would moan
and beg when he got his cock in her.  Isabella finished chatting and made
as if to go before glancing back at Daniel, a grin forming on her lips.

   "Been thinking about my offer?" She asked.  The smile froze on Beth's
face.  Daniel clenched and unclenched his fists, not trusting himself to
say a word.

   "I saw you looking at me." Isabella continued.  "And since you know I'm
not interested in you fucking me, that can only mean you're thinking about
me fucking you."

   Daniel glared at her in fury; he could hear the stifled laughter from
the onlookers.  Grabbing Beth's hand, he dragged her away.

   ***

   Daniel didn't wait for darkness that night.  He pressed Beth against the
door as she turned from locking it.  His hands moved quickly to squeeze her
breasts roughly as he pressed his swollen dick against her.

   Beth made no effort to help or hinder him as he groped her body. 
Daniel's eager fingers found her nipples and pinched them hard, causing her
to flinch, but she offered no resistance.  He had trained her well. 
Leaning in to her, he licked and sucked on her neck, his cock rubbing
against her through his clothes.

   "So were you thinking about it?" Beth spoke suddenly.  Surprised, Daniel
pulled back to look at her.

   "What?" He panted.  His question somehow giving her confidence, Beth's
hand snaked down to cup his crotch, tweaking his hard cock.

   "Something got you worked up." She said.  "Was it Isabella?  Is that
what you think about at night when you fuck me?  Are you picturing her
dildo in your ass when you cum?"

   Daniel slapped her cheek hard.  Beth glared at him for a moment before
yanking the door open and walking out.  He slammed the door behind her
then, reaching down, he unzipped himself and grasped his eager cock,
squeezing hard.  The bitch would be back, she didn't have anywhere else to
go.  His hand worked up and down his shaft.  As he shot his cum onto the
door all he could see was Isabella's smile.

   ***

   Beth didn't come back.  He saw her in classes, but she never looked at
him.  Any time he approached her, she refused to acknowledge him at all. 
Rather than increase his humiliation, Daniel decided to ignore her too.

   And with his source of easy release removed, suddenly Isabella was
everywhere he went.  Always looking at him.  Always smirking.  And each
night he went home and jerked his cock until he came.

   It was another week before Isabella approached him again.

   "Just say please." Was all she said as she handed him a scrap of paper.
Before he could think of anything to say, she turned and walked away from
him.

   That night as he feverishly pumped his cock, the slip of paper lay on
the bed next to him.

   ***

   The note was simple enough.  5 PM tomorrow.  That's all it said.  It
could have meant anything, but he knew exactly what it meant.  What he
didn't know was why he was standing outside Isabella's apartment.  He'd
already known where she lived of course.  He knew every class she took and
what her shifts were at her work.

   He wasn't gay.  Whatever Beth had claimed, he wanted pussy, not cock. 
And yet, he couldn't get Isabella out of his head.  He could turn around
and walk away right now.  He should walk away.  But he wasn't going to.

   He rang the bell and fidgeted as he waited for Isabella to answer.  He
was in the middle of pressing the button again when the door swung open. 
Isabella didn't seem in the least surprised to see him.  Stepping aside
wordlessly, she ushered him into her apartment and closed the door.

   "Well?" She said turning to face him.

   Daniel licked his lips, finding himself speechless.  A touch of
irritation showed on Isabella's face.  Daniel stared at her; she was
wearing a t-shirt and jeans.  She didn't seem dressed for this.  Had he
misunderstood?

   "We both know what you're here for." She said.  "All you have to do is
ask for it.  If you can't do that then leave."

   "Please." Daniel muttered, glancing out the window.  Isabella snorted.

   "If you want me to do you a favor, you'll need to ask better than that.
Otherwise, you know where the door is."

   Daniel ground his teeth in irritation, but he needed to do this.  He had
to get this... thing... out of his system.  Just this once and no one would
know.  Forcing himself, daring her to make any more smart comments, he
looked directly into her piercing blue eyes.  The eyes that had haunted his
thoughts for weeks.

   "Please will you fuck me?" He asked, his cheeks heating with
embarrassment.  Isabella laughed.

   "Well since you ask so nicely.  Strip off your clothes, I'll be right
back." Turning she walked out the room, leaving Daniel standing there
uncertainly.  Not knowing what else to do, he pulled off his shirt and
pulled down his pants.  He stopped when he was down to his boxers, finding
himself increasingly uncomfortable and exposed.

   Long minutes later, Isabella returned.  Daniel couldn't hide his
disappointment to see that she was still wearing her t-shirt and jeans.  It
took him a moment before he realized there was one change to her outfit. 
He stared at the thick black dildo that thrust out from her crotch.

   Isabella studied him as she smeared lubricant along the black shaft of
her dildo in a disturbing parody of masturbation.

   "You're wearing clothes." Daniel said.

   "So are you." Isabella continued to stroke her dildo, coating it with
the shiny lubricant, making it gleam obscenely.  She sighed, walking closer
to him, the strapon wagging as she moved.  "You asked me to fuck you.  I'm
ready, you're not.  You're wasting my time."

   Daniel stared at her, mouth open, burning with humiliation.  She acted
as though she was doing him a huge favor.  Girls had fought to get his
attention and this bitch acted like he was a chore.  Isabella walked right
up to him, her fake cock jutting out at him; he couldn't take his eyes off
it.

   "I can see you want it." She thrust her hips, poking the tent in his
boxers with her strapon.  Daniel felt his cock twitch as she teased him. 
"Strip." She said.  It was a command.

   Daniel hastily pulled his boxers down and kicked them aside.  He stood
naked in front of her feeling extremely exposed and helpless.  Isabella
looked down for a moment, and then smirked.

   "Looks like mine's bigger huh?" She laughed.  "On your hands and knees.
Hurry up; I have plans for this evening."

   Daniel sank down to his knees before her, his feelings of vulnerability
increasing as she towered over him.  Isabella sighed in obvious
frustration.

   "Other way round.  I'm going to fuck your ass, if you want to suck a
dick you'll have to go ask someone else."

   "I'm not gay." Daniel muttered turning around so he was facing away from
her.  Isabella laughed.  "Whatever you say honey." Her voice dripped with
sarcasm.

   Daniel gasped as a cold finger touched his ass.

   "Relax, it's just some lube.  You're going to need it." Isabella
advised. Daniel closed his eyes.  He had to do this.  Just this once.  Had
to get this out of his system then he could put his life back together, get
back with Beth.

   Isabella's hands moved to grip his hips and he felt the head of her fake
cock nestle between his ass cheeks.

   "Ready?" She asked.  Daniel bit his lip feeling her press the head
against him.  "Say it." She barked.

   "Please." Daniel gasped, burning with shame at his weakness.

   He grunted as he felt the dildo push slowly into him, going deeper and
deeper, how long was it?  He felt his cock twitch and harden further as
Isabella took his ass.

   Finally she stopped and Daniel realized with a mixture of relief and
horror that he had the whole length of her strapon inside him.  A soft moan
slipped from his lips.  His cock was throbbing.  He waited for her to move.

   A door opened and closed.  Daniel tried to look around, but Isabella
held him in place, firmly impaled on her cock.  He rested his head on the
floor, his heart pounding in his chest.  Footsteps.  Who was it?  Who would
see him like this?

   "Hi honey.  Enjoying yourself?" Beth's voice dripped acid.  "Oh my god,
look at you.  I think you took the whole thing.  I doubt I could fit it in
my cunt and you have it all up your ass.  God what a slut."

   Isabella laughed, jerking her hips slightly, making Daniel twitch and
moan.  Beth knelt down in front of him.  Reaching down she grabbed his hair
and pulled his head up, making him look up at her.  Her face was a mask of
anger.

   "So how does it feel huh?  Having a cock up your ass?" She spat out the
words.  Isabella laughed again enjoying the scene that was playing out
before her.  Daniel shuddered feeling completely helpless and humiliated.
Beth's anger scared him; she was obviously looking for revenge.

   "I knew you wanted it from the first time you spoke to her.  It was so
fucking obvious." Beth spat.  "All you had to do was ask me and I'd have
done it for you.  But you had to be Mister Macho." She nodded to Isabella
who began to rock her hips back and forward.

   Daniel groaned, his already hard cock throbbing and twitching as
Isabella began to fuck his ass.

   "So how does it feel?  I can see you like it." Beth laughed.  "Christ if
you could see yourself.  On your knees, moaning like a bitch in heat. 
Still going to tell me you don't like cock?"

   Daniel gritted his teeth, glaring up at Beth as Isabella started to
thrust faster, fucking his ass in earnest.

   "Baby loves it up the ass doesn't he?" Beth cooed, her free hand
caressing his cheek.  Daniel whimpered, his cock was painfully hard, but it
seemed like Isabella held back every time he got close.

   "Baby needs to cum.  Say it.  Show us what a fag you are." Beth hissed.
Isabella kept pumping in and out at a steady pace.  Daniel shuddered,
unable to think clearly, his cock demanding relief.

   "I need to cum." He gasped and Beth laughed triumphantly.

   "Don't worry you bastard.  I paid Isabella good money to make sure you
cum." Daniel stared up at her in confusion.

   "What?  You thought she was doing this because in some way she wanted
you?" Beth sneered.  "She's gay you arrogant fuck.  She doesn't like men!"

   Daniel whimpered as Isabella continued to work his ass, expertly teasing
him.  His mind was a haze of humiliation and excitement so he couldn't tell
which was which any more.  Beth leaned in closer and he found himself
staring at her cleavage as she placed her lips next to his ear.

   "That thick cock in your ass... I paid for it to be there." Daniel
gasped as Isabella thrust harder into him.

   "She does seem to be enjoying herself though.  But then so am I,
watching you squirm and pant like a bitch in heat.  You shouldn't have hit
me Danny."

   Isabella's fingers dug into Daniels hips as she thrust into him faster,
using him, fucking him ruthlessly.  Beth laughed.

   "And you love it don't you." Reaching down, Beth wrapped her hand around
his throbbing cock.  Daniel gritted his teeth trying to resist her teasing.
"You should see yourself, sweating, panting, and squealing." She squeezed
his cock and he groaned in painful pleasure.  "You must need to cum so bad
now.  Do you baby?" She cooed.

   "Yes." Daniel gasped, the last shreds of dignity lost.  Beth smiled
triumphantly.

   "Isabella can make you cum.  She's very good with that dildo.  I should
know." Beth smirked.  "Course I didn't take it in the ass.  I'm not that
big a slut."

   Daniel groaned, shuddering as Isabella continued to use his ass.  His
mind struggled to understand what Beth was saying, overpowered by the
sensations of his body.

   "You can cum Daniel.  Any time you want.  All you have to do is say one
word.  Look at me Daniel."

   Daniel raised his head to look up at his ex-girlfriend.  She was still
kneeling in front of him, her eyes bright with triumph.  In one hand she
held a video camera.  He shuddered in humiliation, realizing that there
were images of him being used like this, of the way his body was betraying
him.  Beth laughed.

   "Oh no sweetie.  I haven't turned this on yet." She gestured with the
camera.  "But I will.  As soon as you're ready to squirt, I'm going to
capture the whole thing." She grinned.  "All you have to do is say the word
and I'll record you taking it up the ass like some slut fagboy."

   All of a sudden Isabella stopped moving.  Daniel almost screamed in
frustration, caught on the verge of release.

   "Awww.  Poor baby!" Beth sneered.  "So close.  You were almost there
weren't you?  Just answer one question.  One word and its all over.  Are
you ready?"

   Daniel nodded, defeated; his body couldn't take any more of this
teasing. He didn't even care about the camera, he just had to cum.  Beth
grinned in triumph.

   "Tell me baby.  Do you like to take it up the ass?" She sneered.

   "Yessss." Daniel gasped, dominated and humiliated, unable to resist any
further.  Beth laughed, pointing the camera directly at him and switching
it on.

   At the same time, Isabella thrust hard and deep into his ass.  Daniel
groaned.  Beth stood up; keeping the camera trained on him as Isabella
slammed her fake cock into him again and again, making him gasp and squeal.
Beth walked around filming him from all sides, he knew that the footage
would be damning.  There would be no doubt what was happening and who it
was happening to.

   Suddenly he was cumming.  Beth laughed, keeping the camera pointed right
at him as cum spurted from his swollen cock.  Exhausted, Daniel slumped
forward, his cheek landing in his own cum.  Beth knelt down and patted his
cheek as she turned the camera off.

   "Good fagboy." She whispered.  Daniel just moaned, too worn out to do
anything.

   Isabella unsnapped the harness on her dildo, leaving it embedded in his
ass.  Stepping away she looked down at him.

   "The fucker won't hit you again Beth." She said.  "You can keep the
dildo, you might need it.  This one's a real cock whore." Beth's laugh was
evil.  
