The Wildman's Surrender

The memory of having my mouth used could easily have been confused and forgotten along with my other hypothermia dreams, but the young wildman wasn't done with me. The next time I woke, I felt like I was freezing my ass off despite the fact that the fire was as high as ever and my body was pouring sweat. As my senses returned, I felt a weight on my chest that was a lot heavier than just blankets.

I forced my eyes open and saw the wildman staring back, inches from my face. He was lying chest-to-chest on top of me, using my pecs to brace himself as he rocked his beastly body all over mine, mashing our hardening cocks together. I was ashamed at how incredible his warmth felt on me. I'd never felt so small and helpless in my life, but I didn't try to make him stop.

I don't know if it was the fever or the tea, but the wildman's veiny man meat rubbing up and down my waking pole soon had me feeling better than anything else had in a long, long time. I reached my hands up to his fuzzy hips, thinking to push him off, but the soft curve of his ass under my fingers made my hand slow down. As if by instinct, I gripped him tighter and started sliding him over my body like he was a sex toy from the Big & Tall department. I kept telling myself to stop, but my judas cock couldn't help but throb in response to his sweat-lubed efforts. The witless young stallion kept looking down at me, smiling under his beard like we were buddies, giggling at how weekly I tried to control his superior body.

Slowly, the wildman ran his tongue across my chest, stopping to suck and bite at my tits. My nipples got hard as hell under his warm breath and it was like nothing I'd ever felt. Nobody had ever paid them so much attention before, including me, so I made no move to stop him. I groaned when the wildman moved on and moved down the lap at the sweat in the doughy cum gutters that used to be my abs. When he reached my privates, I thought he was going to suck me, but instead he took my rigid pole in hand and kept moving his face lower until his mouth was on my taint and he was snuffling my balls like a truffle pig. He looked up into my eyes as he sucked one of my nuts into his wet mouth, then smiled when it plopped out and he slurped in the other one. The man I was raised to be wants to claim that the feeling of his curly beard on my inner thighs was such a reminder of masculinity that I snapped out of some trance, but the truth is that it felt fucking fantastic and I was suddenly afraid of how much I wanted his mouth to keep going.

When the wildman's wet tongue hit my hole, a surge of fear gave me the strength to shout something awful and kick him off me. He looked hurt, like he didn't understand why I wouldn't let him make me feel better, as I had done for him. Confused and frightened by my anger, he turned around on his knees and put his ass in the air as a peace offering. In my delirium, I made a bad decision.

Frightened and confused, I lashed out wildly and accidentally kicked the wildman's injured thigh. Blood sprayed everywhere and the young barbarian scrambled away from me, screaming like I'd not only tried to kill him but broken his heart. The first thing he could get his hand on was one of the wet boots he'd taken off me, and he threw it at my face. Enough of my reflexes remained that I managed to deflect it, but there was nothing I could do when the other boot hit me in the balls except scream.

I curled up in pain, knowing I might have just made the last fuck up of my life. The wildman got to his feet and screamed incoherently as he ran around trashing the room like a coked-up rock star. I could hardly blame him. He'd saved my life and tried to make us both feel good, but I'd rejected him and then attacked him when after he surrendered to me.

When the pacing wildman came back to stand over me and scream some more, for the first time in a long time, I realized that I didn't want to die.

One more thing the best of us develop on military deployment is a willingness to admit when we're defeated and do what it takes to survive. With a grunt, I threw my leg over to roll onto my side, then laid face down and crawled my knees up under me until my ass was in the air. Forgetting dignity, I put my face on the floor, reached back, and spread my hairy ass cheeks for the wildman.

The roar of the fireplace was the only sound in the room while I lay there with my crack wide open. When the cold air made my sweaty pucker contract, I heard the barbarian youth grunt a laugh. I hadn't dared look at him and didn't know how close he was until I felt him spit on my asshole.

Part of me still clung to the idea that this surrender position was only a symbolic act, but when the wildman pounced forward and his hairy chest landed on my back, it was the heaviest weight I'd ever felt in my life. His long hair touched the side of my neck and he growled behind my ear.

I tried to buck him off my back, but that only ended up bringing my puckered hole into contact with the tip of his heavily leaking prong and showing him where to aim. Unwilling to let me bury my face in the floor and pretend it wasn't happening, one of the wildman's anaconda arms wrapped around my neck and forced me up to doggie position. Then, with his grunt of victory, he thrust his hips forward and that fat dick busted into my virgin ass.

I screamed and tried to struggle, but the wildman bit my shoulder when I tried to pull away, forcing me back onto him. Defeated, I cried out like a bitch as he held my smaller body helpless and his cock went to town on my hole. Again and again, he'd pull almost all the way out and then pound back into my guts without hesitation or mercy. I thank god he was such a leaker, or his massive tool might have killed me.

The wildman held me there like a dog, taking my ass for what felt like hours. The worst part was that I couldn't even hate the idiot bastard for it. I knew what I was doing when I offered him my surrender as an apology. That made it my duty not to fight back.

When my involuntary flinching started to interrupt his humping rhythm, the wildman finally noticed the pain his monster dick was causing and reached to the hearth to refill our tea cup. I was determined to refuse it this time, but as he leaned back to take the first sip, his cock shifted position inside me and hit me in a way that caused something other than pain for the first time since he'd entered me.

My eyes went wide and my back arched as a wave of intense pleasure flared up around the wildman's dickhead inside me. It went from agony to pleasure as if he'd just cast some woodland druid spell on my insides. He flexed his penis inside me a few times and grunted a laugh every time the pleasure made me gasp.

As he toyed with my insides, the young alchemist brought his rancid tea to my lips as before and I made my strongest refusal. Sensing his growing control, however, he pulled his thick bone all the way out of my ass and jabbed it straight back in, right at that incredible spot and I lost myself. He flexed when he hit it, and his fingers opened my lips wide just as easily as his blunt cock had opened my back door.

When the wildman made me swallow, I let go of the last of my willpower and his meaty mushroom head slid past the final inch of my insides that I'd tried to deny him. That barbarian dick got so far up inside me I could feel his pubes tangling in the curly patch at the top of my ass crack. I held the cup when the brute stopped holding me down and left me to sip on my own. I didn't even resist when his massive hands lifted me like a toy and put me into position to get properly fucked. I wasn't sure if I was unable or unwilling to resist the young stud any longer, but when he pulled my hair and made me look into the mirror across the room, I drank every last drop of that tea while I watched his magnificent body pounding me from behind.

The wildman let go of my hair and I hung my head in shame, only coincidentally giving him even better access to my tender spot. Sensing he had me, he slowed his pace and made slow, patient love to my eager hole. I couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping my lips and the wildman soon had me groaning like a porn queen.

I was almost delirious with pleasure when the cruel bastard stopped and pulled out of me. Goosebumps covered my body as the room's cooling air blew over and into my gaping hole. I wasn't far gone enough to beg him to keep going, or at least so I thought. But my hole was so cold.

"Please," I whispered.

The young wildman kept that perfect cock poised at my back entrance but didn't put it back in me yet. First, he took a fistful of my hair and forced me to make eye contact in the mirror so he could watch the next few seconds play out on my desperate face. He smiled when I gave up fighting what I wanted and started to push my twitching asshole back onto him. I willingly maintained the eye contact through the mirror as I bitched myself out, forcing my asshole down on the most perfect dick I'd ever seen in my life.

The wildman slapped my hairy ass and laughed as I humped back desperately. When he started to thrust again, he fucked me so strong, his pendulous balls slapped into my mine hard enough to hurt us both. Despite the ferocity of his pounding, the pleasure only increased. The more I gave in to my young superior, the more he made sure his pole hit what he must think of as my obedience spot. I knew what a prostate was of course, but I'd never imagined hitting it could really make a six-foot-four marine moan like such a whore.

Blissed-out as I was, I felt another ingrained panic when the wildman started grunting louder and I remembered how all this shared pleasure was all going to end. My heart pounded in fear, but I could barely manage a half-hearted, "Don't" before the big bastard pushed me forward and shoved my face back into the carpet. He pistoned in and out of my used-up man cunt, crying out uncontrollably as blasts of his savage young seed flooded into me and painted his name on my insides.

I lay face down and half-delirious while the wildman from the forest shivered off the last of his orgasm inside me. I was a United States Marine hero and I could take down any three men at once in a fist fight, but this kid half my age had brought me low with nothing but a cup of tea and a dick bigger than mine.

I was too ashamed to move, but the wildman pulled me back up to a kneeling position so I'd have to see the proof of my shame bobbing in the air in front of me. Without pulling out of me, he reached around to grab my dick and chuckled when he found it hard as a hammer.

I reflexively squeezed the wildman's dick with my sore hole, trapping it where I wanted it. We both moaned as he flexed his dick and made slow love to the button that made stars go off behind my eyes. He took his time to make it last, but it wasn't long before his gigantic hand pumped me to an orgasm so long and strong it had me babbling in tongues. I thought my dick would never stop shooting and I fell forward again, bringing him and his cock with me. Like a champ, he kept rutting his manhood into me until I was crying with pleasure and my overwhelmed dick was dry heaving into the carpet.

He pulled out of me all at once with a plop, then seemed to regret it and stabbed back into me for a few last reminders that he'd fucked me and I'd let him. I didn't even flinch any more. When his monster cock finally left my body for real, I felt empty before I thought to feel relieved.

I stayed in position, ass in the air, face to the carpet, while the wildman pulled on his boots and coat. I didn't say anything as he rummaged through the kitchenette taking food from my cupboards. My hole twitched when I heard him come back my way.

I didn't look, but every cell in my body could feel the gravity of him towering above my nakedness, staring at the hole he'd unlocked, judging me. Gently, so as not to spook me, he knelt by my side and draped a blanket from the couch over me. I couldn't stop shivering, so he reached under the coat and patted my cum-leaking ass until I settled down and started drifting off to sleep.

Before heading back out into the storm, with his hand on my ass, the wildman leaned in close and struggled to grunt out the first two words I ever heard him say.

"Good. Boy."