Surrender in the Suburbs

CW: Over the top, far-fetched smutty work of fantasy. Humiliation, coercion/reluctance, SPH, lots of dirty talk, offensive language and sexual bullying.

All characters over 18.

For the next few minutes the only sounds in the garage were the buzz of the AC unit, the hum of the refrigerator, Lutz's fuming grunts of satisfaction and an undignified wet squelching as his mighty cock pillaged my battered throat.

As he observed, I had a knack for this. I no longer felt like I was at risk of choking or gagging on my neighbor's massive hog. Lutz's big hands clasped the side of my head and he screwed my face until my jaw ached. I pushed past the discomfort and kept at my work between his big hairy thighs.

I was naked, on my knees and between his thighs, nearly gagging on his hard-on. It was unthinkable but I wanted this, I wanted to get him off. The way he was so turned on turned me on, the way he lifted his ass off the couch to plunder my mouth. It thrilled me the way he seemed to get harder and harder as I sucked. As much as I dreaded ingesting a load of my 59 year old neighbor's spooge, in the back of my head I calculated that if I could get him off now and drain those huge balls, I might spare my cherry ass from being split open by the man's mallet.

Then he pushed me off him, unceremoniously pulling out with a pop. He slapped the spit-covered pillar against my face a few times. laughing down at me. I looked at the rampant red flesh I had just fellated. I was in awe and slightly horrified that I had put any of it in my mouth, let alone the entirety of his length. The whole thing was vile, angry, coated in wet fur. I had willingly accepted it down my throat. It made me want to gag, like I had swallowed something toxic. Something capable of contaminating me.

As I gasped he popped open two more beers, thrusting one into my hand. Still dazed, I looked at it like a foreign object.

"Come on, down the hatch." He ordered and I carefully brought it to my lips. The cool brew actually felt good on my battered throat. He tipped it back so that half the beer poured down my gullet, laughing as he forced me to chug.

Lutz then fished a cigar out of discarded shorts. He handed me a lighter.

"Light it for me." I leaned back between his legs and carefully lit the cigar as he held it between his cupped hands. First he toasted the end, then held it under the flame and pulled.

"Attaboy." He took a few puffs, held them in, then blew a dense cloud down toward me. He stared at me with his heavy-lidded gaze as he smoked, directing the acrid fumes into my face, and chuckled when I coughed.

"Here you go, kid. You've earned it." He held the end of the cigar to my lips.

"Just keep it in your mouth, don't inhale. That's it." I reluctantly drew it in but was careful not to bring it down my throat.

"You smoke that cigar almost as good as you smoke my fat cock, huh?" He roughly clapped me on the shoulder, rattling me around, then held it to my mouth again.

"I like seeing those pretty lips wrapped around that Cohiba. Keep smoking. And finish that beer." I remained on my knees between his legs, smoking the big cigar and taking timid sips of my beer. My head was swimming from the nicotine and alcohol. I suspected it was the old man's intent to get my inhibitions even lower. He slapped my shoulder again, laughing.

"Yeah what a champ, smoking a stogie and throwing back the beers. You could almost pass for a real man if it wasn't for that little boy-sized penis you got between your legs." He took a swig of his beer then placed it by his side, then raised his phone, pointing it at me. As he filmed me drinking and smoking, his other hand never left his rigid staff of a prick. It looked like the man's thick cock was three times as long as mine but I was more than buzzed now.

Lutz reclaimed the cigar and handed me his beer, ordering me to finish it. He watched me drink it, and I could feel my face flush. This was the most I had drank in years, and the cigar smoke was making me feel even woozier. He fondled the back of my head and took a deep pull of the cigar, then brought his lips to mine. I opened my mouth to his and he forced his smoke in, making me cough and sputter.

"I think we're going to be real good friends, neighbor." He said, laughing, keeping our foreheads together.

Then he stood up, grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. He brought me to a door past the refrigerator. It felt ridiculous, being dragged around by this big hairy man, both of us barefoot and bare ass naked with erections of laughably mismatched length wobbling around.

"There's a shower in the bathroom. Sit on the toilet and then clean your backside out for me. Then we're really going to have some fun." He jabbed me in the stomach with his finger, smiling lasciviously.

"Please, Kurt, I'm not ready. Not for that" My protest came out as a whimper. Even my phrasing shamed me. I didn't outright refuse, I felt precluded from telling him no. Despite my terror I knew some large part of me wanted this.

"Oh yes you are, buddy boy. You're ready. You're as ripe and ready as a peach." Lutz caressed my stomach and sides, then spun me around to get a hand on my bare rear end.

"No please, I can't do it." I begged. It was pathetic. I should have just gotten the hell out of there. He wasn't forcing me. But my feet were fixed to the ground and all I could do was plead as I felt his hands molest me. He chuckled, relishing my predicament.

He held me in his arms and spoke close to my face in a low, soothing voice.

"Well now, that's the beauty of it, sweetheart. You don't have to do a damn thing. No pudding, you just have to lie back and let it happen. You just gotta let me have my way with you. Spread your legs and relax, that's all. Old Lutz'll do all the work. Sure it'll hurt like hell at first but pretty soon you'll just love it." As he spoke he fondled my butt cheeks. Gripped them in his big calloused palms, squeezing, kneading and shaking them. Prising them apart, then releasing them to make them jiggle. I moaned softly. This close attention to my buttocks was humiliating but it felt good.

That's why I hadn't fled. He was turning me on, as much as he was making me feel silly he was also making me feel incredibly sexy. All his dirty talk, as demeaning as it was, excited me. I watched my naked body writhing in the mirror, my boner flapping up and down as he caressed and groped my big bottom.

"From the first day I saw you I knew you were going to be a bottom boy for me, son. A keister this sweet just has to get porked. No fair for you to keep it all to yourself when you've got a horny old dog like me next door." He rumbled from behind me while he lifted my cheeks. I heard him spit into his hands.

"No matter what happens, son, I am going to fuck you. I'm going to stick my big old hog right up your rear and plow that pretty little can of yours." He spoke calmly and firmly, laying down the law. I quietly whined in protest as his fingers probed around my crack. I shuddered with mortification as he inspected me.

"Aww, just look at that sweet little puss. I just gotta give you a poke. I'm gonna butt fuck you, boy." One thick finger started circling menacingly around my hole. No one had ever touched me there and I gasped.

I looked in the silvered bathroom mirror. Lutz appeared right up behind me like a boogeyman, chin on my shoulder, his left arm snaking around my belly to hold me close to him. His hairy hand crawled up to molest my chest again. My tits, as he called them. Instantly electrified by his wriggling fingers. I cried out in almost anguished pleasure and he jammed the exploratory digit into my rectum. I jumped up and he stepped even closer to me, so that now my heels rested on his furry feet.

I writhed, held in his embrace, as he began finger-banging me. Jamming it in and out, wiggling it around. The intrusion hurt but mostly I was stunned by having such a private spot infiltrated. Right in my ear, he rasped in a thick, hoarse voice.

"You're going to open those legs for me and let me have my way, won't you sweetheart?" I struggled in his grasp but didn't take any real effort to free myself. Instead I basically danced on his fingers. I looked down and saw myself going bowlegged to meet his exploring digits.

"Come on baby, I need it so bad. It's been so long. Give it up for me." He cajoled, pumping his hips so that his hard cock pushed into me insistently. One hand continued to play and poke at my backdoor, while another held me close to him and felt me up, with special attention paid to my now bright red, hard as diamond nipples. I thrust my rear end backwards and my chest forward to meet his molesting hands, and he laughed at my eagerness. Lutz was making me feel like a bitch in heat.

"Yeah you want it, too. You're as desperate as I am. I know you ain't been getting any with your wife always away." He snickered, then adopted a didactic tone and continued. At each word he jammed his fingers in and out of my backdoor.

"Son, a man can tell when another man has blue balls. When a man isn't getting any pussy. Your pheromones change. You smell like a virgin to me. A horny little virgin, eager for a poke. Just desperate for a lay. So let me help us both out, come on. My fat cock and your tight little pussy need to go on a date." My heart pounded at hearing him call this deeply private part of my body that.

"See right now you're a cocksucker. But when I'm through with you I'm going to make sure that you are a fully bonafide faggot, for life." His words hit me like a curse but I could barely listen. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of his hairy gut and chest raking across my sweaty back, or the feel of his fingers bedeviling my nipples and hole, or the prodding insistence of his hard-on against my buttock and hamstring.

"Look at that. Look at how hard me diddling your behind makes your little pecker. You think that'd happen if you were an average Joe? No, you're special, son. You really are a natural born faggot." He released my chest to point at the indicting erection sticking out from between my thighs.

Lutz pulled out of me then turned around, still boxing me against the doorway with his big body, and retrieved something from the shelf. He opened a package, then thrust a large plastic bottle with a long nozzle into my hands. My stomach dropped when I realized what it was.

"Shoot this right up your keister, then sit on the toilet for me." I gave him a pleading look and he gently pushed me into the narrow bathroom, raising his voice.

"Do it boy or I'll do it for you." I took in my surroundings, the grimy tiles, cement floors and unfinished walls, the shower stall without a curtain. I meekly closed the door behind me, steeling myself for the task ahead.

"You got exactly twenty minutes, little boy. When time's up I'm coming to get you." He bellowed through the closed door, which did not have a lock.

I started the shower to cover the noise and began my dreadful chore, my hands shaking. It didn't hurt as much as I feared, it just felt uncomfortable. I was filled instantly. Cramps spread from my belly throughout my body as I waited the time instructed on the bottle before evacuating. Then I took a shower, the steaming water helping me relax just a bit. My erection returned as I soaped up and rubbed my hands all over myself. I caressed my chest just as he had, my stomach, my sides. I felt up the ass that he was about to violate while making sure I was properly clean for him. I bent over and pulled myself wide open to let the pounding stream of water in and out. The fact that I was doing this for another man both shamed and electrified me.

The door burst open as I stood in the shower, drying myself off.

"Ready or not, it's play time, little boy!" Luz's hard cock swung around wildly as he grabbed me by the neck and hauled me back onto his couch. He put me on my hands and knees, kneeled behind me and wasted no time in opening up my ass. I shuddered with embarrassment as he spread me apart. Just being in that vulnerable position was staggering, and I winced to imagine the view he had of my exposed rear.

This time instead of a finger I was shocked to feel the wet abrasion of his tongue and wide, stubbled chin.

"Oh yeah, Old Lutz loves eating pussy." I froze in place, horrified by this new indignity but overwhelmed by how good it felt. He seized my thighs and pulled me closer to his face. I grabbed onto the couch cushions, struggling to keep my chest up. I realized that I had never even been in this obscene posture before, naked with another person. On all fours like this, legs spread open, irredeemably receptive, feminine, submissive. I felt completely powerless and vulnerable to him, accepting the vile pleasure of his strong, swirling tongue and rough face. I sighed in ecstasy and defeat, and backed up into his lapping mouth.

I heard his muffled laughter as he felt me buck up against him. He knew how much I liked what he was doing. I cried out as his big tongue and rough face ravished me. I had no idea something like this could feel so incredibly good, I buried my face int he couch and moaned, pushing back into him, serving myself up to him.

"Don't worry baby, Old Lutz knows how to take care of pussy. You're in real good hands." He hissed, both thumbs prying me open to reach more of the tender flesh of my hole with his raking tongue.

"I'm gonna treat this little pussy just right." He reached around the side of the couch and then poured something cool and slick all over my eaten out hindquarters.

"Just gotta pick the lock first." I felt him thrust two fingers into my tender hole. His other hand fondled around my sensitive inner thighs, sending rippling waves of pleasure that helped me accept the dull pain of his digits. A third finger jammed in, and he began prodding in and out of me for a few moments before retreating entirely. As he played with my hole he kept praising my "pussy," and I cringed each time he referred to it in such emasculating terms.

After a brief retreat of his probing fingers, he brought his slicked up cockhead against my backdoor. He gripped my waist and I felt his hairy wide thighs come up behind mine. Pressure began increasing in my rectum as he entered. I heard him take a deep breath and then felt a sharp flash of pain as he jammed his big bell end up into me. That large glistening glans that crowned his shaft, it had forced its way in.

I cried out, anguished and outraged. My whole body went rigid in protest and I felt his big rough hand press on the small of my back, keeping me bent over beneath him.

I cursed myself for submitting to this. I had seen how thick the old man's cock was, what a blunt instrument he had pointing out from between his legs. I was a fool for thinking such a big thing could ever fit into such a tiny space. I was terrified that he would do lasting damage back there, that my poor little rear would never be the same.

"Bite on this, push back into me." He shoved something into my mouth. The tighty-whities I had run in. I chomped on the sweaty cotton desperately. In a mocking script the word "pillow biter" took form in my head. I gave another muffled wail as he proceeded with his brutal advance.

"Quit crying. You'll be walking funny for a week but that's it. It's just a man's stiff cock. It ain't gonna kill ya." He grumbled, then bucked his hips forward again to force another evil inch up my keister. It felt like something deep inside me was going to irreparably break. I cried out again in protest through my gag.

"Shush! Back in the merchant marines I used to butt fuck little bottom boys half your size and they took my big johnson like a champ. Where's your pride, for Chrissake?!" He spanked my upturned butt cheeks a few times then redoubled his efforts to infiltrate my insides with his huge, horrible hog. I bit down on my jockeys and closed my eyes.

I pictured the big ugly stalk he had shown off, arrogantly slapping my junk with it. The foul snout I had willingly sucked on, voluntarily drinking down his leaking pre-cum. The thick, bestial staff of his manhood. In his hands, waving it around, it had looked as hard and dangerous as a medieval mace. Blood red and wreathed in thick veins, with a wide, shining crown that was almost purple.

How could I have let him put something so hideous inside of me? I thought of how it had pulsed urgently, how it had swayed around from out of that dense forest of pubic hair. The thing had moved as if alive, a separate animal from Lutz. Animated by instinct. It had seemed to sniff around for prey out of his drooling urethra, or peer from its single beading eye. It had been on the prowl for somewhere tight and warm to lay and inseminate and now I had foolishly granted entry to the most intimate part of me. I had let a monster inside me.

I groaned into the tighty-whities as the intruder split me open. Lutz clamped onto my sides, clawing at me and pulling me back into him. He was past patience now. With each centimeter he advanced, this delicate and vital channel inside of me seemed to burn and tear. He rocked his hips forward and jabbed deeper in me, making me squeal again.

He released my waist and traced my sides up to my pecs. Lutz seized my nipples and began playing with them again, the same way I would fondle a girl's tits while taking her from behind. That's what I was. I had bent over for him, let him penetrate me, and now he was playing with my tits while having his way with me. I was his woman. Then all thoughts were obliterated as twin bursts of radiant pleasure erupted out from my chest. I just wiggled my hips back into him, lowering my chest into his hands.

"That's it, champ. Open up to me. That's my itty-bitty-titty boy, you like that. Spread open for me, attaboy." He growled, rocking forward to drive more of himself up into me. The overwhelming pleasure on my nipples helped me overcome the pain of the sodomy. I could handle the agony, rationalize it. Of course it hurt - the old man was popping my cherry.

"That's it, now. This is your duty, as a bitch, to spread those legs and yield that pussy up on command." His fingers rapidly toyed with my tits, driving me wild. I arched my back to present more of my ass to him.

"And it's my duty as a man to pleasure my bitch, properly. You're going to like what I do to you, you're going to love it, beg for it, oh yes you will. Penetrate, inseminate and fertilize, oh yeah boy, that's what us real men do..." He said between gritted teeth as he drove himself inside.

"Penetrate you fully. Balls deep." He grunted. He pushed forward into me painfully, breaching into one final chamber. Something heavy slapped into my nut sack and I winced in pain.

"Feel that! Those are fucking my nuts. I'm balls deep in you, boy!" He roared with triumph. I could feel the big hot gonads pressing against my little coin purse. His coarse pubes scraped and tickled around my spread cheeks. He ground his hips forward to make sure he was fully bottomed out, then lay his big sweaty belly over my chest and whispered in my ear.

"You're fucked. I've popped that little cherry. A man has stuck his stiff dick up your ass. You'll never be the same, kiddo." He panted this into my ear, while continuing to grope my chest. For a few moments he rotated his hips around, his cock churning in my guts. Then he slowly began to draw it in and out, fucking me.

Though the pain in my rectum never subsided completely, it was met by a rising pleasure that seemed to emanate from the back of my penis, deep inside my body. I knew his blunt cockhead was hitting my prostate. Whereas his preparatory fingers had felt rough, jagged, there was a pleasant smoothness to his big penis's thrusts. His hands continued to play with my nipples, further melting all resistance.