I had been dating Jane for a year and a half. We had some ups and downs in that time, but we loved each other. She had been single for a while before we met and I always got the sense that she had issues with an old Ex. This left her a little timid at times but we were working through it and I loved watching her blossom into the strong woman she was becoming. I was gong to marry her. Life has a fun way of guiding you to where you need to be, even if you disagree.
In the fall Jane and I like to walk around the local lake and watch the ducks play on the surface of the water. It was on one of these walks that Jane turned to me and said "He's out now". "Who?" "Stephen is out."
Jane proceeded to explain to me that Stephen was her Ex and that he has been away in prison for a number of years. She says she's been reluctant to talk about him because she didn't want me to feel threatened. I told her he was just a part of her past and that he didn't matter any more. It's not like he knew where she lived. She had moved since then and she didn't have social media. Jane seemed reassured and I pulled her in close to me.
Later that night, with Jane asleep, I looked into this Stephen. I finally find his mugshot from years ago and see that he was picked for drug smuggling. He had a stern look and his face with dark cropped hair and stubble. From the mug shot I could tell he was over 6 feet. I was shocked that this woman lying next to me was capable of wanting to be with both him and I. We were very different looking people. I was slender and a runner. I did marathons. I'm not short but I'm not tall. Coming in at a cool 5'10" I never thought to much of my height outside of when I used to be on dating apps and say I was 6 foot. Stephen was a broad man, and you could see, even from just the mugshot, how strong he was. He looked rough in a pirate sort of way. The way that some woman find sexy and exciting. In a way that I could never pull off. The insecurity began to build from that point.
Jane noticed something was off, we weren't fucking like we used too. Luckily that didn't last long. As Stephen came back into our lives.
We were out on lunch date on Saturday afternoon. It was a little chilly but we sat outside on the patio people watching as they walked by. Jane became nervous out of nowhere and I didn't known why. Then I saw him too, Stephen was there walking towards us. He now had a slight belly but he was still clearly strong. Prison had made him hard, but then he smiled. His whole face lit up and I got it. He was clearly very charming.
It was a pleasant enough interaction, he just stopped by to say high, he recently moved to town for work. He had a porol officer he was checking in with. He was getting his life together and was dong his best to make positive changes in his life. I found him rather convincing but Jane still seemed worried.
Later that night as I was holding Jane I asked her if she was ok. I knew she was flustered from seeing Stephen and she hadn't really spoken much the rest of the day.
"I just don't believe him. I don't believe he's changed. People don't change that much, and Stephen has always been charming in public. It's him in private that you have to worry about."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that so I kissed her neck and told her that I wouldn't let anything happen. As it turns out people can change but Stephen can't.
Jane had a bachelorette party for her best friend and she was the maid of honor. They were going to Nashville (not the most original idea) and would be gone for a couple of days. She packed her things and I took her to the airport. I gave her a quick kiss and hug, and told her I'd be at work when she got back so she'd have to take an Uber home when she got back.
This was the last time I saw her before I was a changed man.
When I arrived back home something seemed off. The door was locked but the there were scratches and marks on the lock. I didn't think anything of it and went inside. It happened quickly. As I shut the door there was a sharp pain that made my head feel like it was going to split in two. I had been hit in the back of the head by Stephens fist. I didn't stand a chance from that point on. Stephen beat me senseless. He must have picked the lock and somehow had known about this trip. Was he here to kill me?
Blows rained down on me pummeling my midsection. For whatever reason he stayed away from my face. However, these were effective and kept the wind out of me with each blow. I was helpless and didn't have the breath to scream. Stephen pulls out a piece of cloth and puts it over my mouth, the world becomes a blur.
I can feel myself being tied up and carried. He carries me like I'm nothing. He's so strong. I'm thrown into the trunk of a car, mouth gagged, feet and hands bound. I'm helpless. He drives for what feels like forever. We hit a dirt road. Dirt road? Where in this city is there a dirt road? Where are we? I'm going to die tonight aren't I. My final thought before I black out is of what he's going to do to Jane after I'm dead.
I'm jostled awake by Stephen picking me up and carrying me into a house. I can't make out where I'm at, but it doesn't matter. I can't scream, I can't move, I'm at the mercy of this hulking angry man. Stephen carries my body all the way into the house and the finally the basement. He throws me down on a dirty mattress and just leaves me there. Bound and gagged helpless as can be. He returns up stairs and I can hear him doing things across the house. Preparing for something.
A quick scan of the room reveals not much. It's dimly lit with a couple bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The only one lit is in the center of the room. It's illuminating a strange bench type structure. It seems uncomfortable to sit on almost impossible. It has a sharp slope with a rounded top looking like some sort of rounded wedge. What the fuck is that for?
Stephen comes back down and tells me he's going to show me why I'm not worthy of Jane. He's going to break me. I'm trembling with fear. That doesn't sound like murder that sounds like torture. The anticipation of what's to come is overwhelming. I piss myself. Stephen laughs walks over to my piss covered body, takes a deep breath in, absorbing my scent and then leaves.
I'm there for what feels like days. Occasionally he brings me some oatmeal slop for some food and I get one bathroom break a day. He's watching me always. The gag is only removed so I can eat, and then immediately place back in my mouth. The bathroom breaks are worse, he keeps my feet bound at all times, this makes it hard for me to really clean myself after so Stephen takes me out back and sprays me down with a hose.
The house is a little one story farm house in the middle of no where. No neighbors in sight, I wouldn't even be sure where to run if I could. I'm becoming weak. The food is barely enough to sustain me. Why isn't he hitting me? What is his plan? I have the answer to the second question the next day.
Stephen comes down with my daily slop and watches me eat. There is a look of excitement in his eyes. I'm not sure why and too hungry to focus on anything but the food in front of me. I eat quick and when I'm done he just looks at me like a predator to its prey. My head gets woozy and I understand that the food was drugged. What new hell will I wake up to?
My arms are being stretched and bound. Something is pressing on my stomach, the room seems colder. As I come too there are a couple things that become abundantly clear. First, I am nude, my body is exposed and I've never felt more afraid. Second, I'm in a kneeling position with my face down looking at the floor. There are leather cuffs on my wrists that Stephen is connecting to brackets on the floor. Third, my legs. My legs are spread as wide as they can go with me still being on my knees. I can feel the cold air on my hole and I have an idea of what's going to happen. I now know what that weird bench is for, it's for me to assume the position that Stephen requires of me.
"I'm going to win Jane back. I'm going to show her you are not a man enough for a woman like her. She will come to find that she needs me."
Stephen proceeds to start to undress. My eyes can't seem to leave crotch. I had seen glimpses of his cock through his pants already. I knew it was big, bigger than mine, but how big? I would know soon enough. His cock is unfurled, it's massive in both length and girth. I begin to try and scream but the gag stops me. This only gets him excited. I watch was his cock fills with blood twitching and hardening. His cock head growing purple and angry. The veins in his shaft pulsating with his heart beat. It's hypnotic in its horror. The only thought I have is Jane used to take that cock inside her. How could she physically take all of that, and did she enjoy it? If so then I have always been lacking for her. I've never properly been able to please her if she's looking for that.
Fully erect his cock is eight and a half inches and thick as a soda can. He walks up to me cock swinging to and fro. As he gets close his cock comes to rest on my shoulder. I can feel its weight on me, god it's heavy. He leans down and comes face to face with me. I feel his cock drag across my skin. My cock shrivels out of fear. I can feel my asshole tighten to try and protect itself from the harm that is sure to come.
Stephen whispers in my ear, "You will want to listen closely to me. I will not repeat myself. This is a household that doesn't believe in lube. I don't like it and won't use it. I will do you the favor of starting with your mouth. You will want to do your best to get my cock wet, I promise your hole will want as much as possible. I'm going to take your gag out and replace it with something special."
He takes the gag out and I'm to scared to even yell, I wish he would have just killed me. I never thought he would rape me. Stephen places my gag down at the side of the bench and brings up something different. It's got a leather strap that reaches around my head, he inserts some device that stretches my mouth open like a fucked up dentistry tool. I understand that my mouth and throat are going to be raped by this angry cock, I can't imagine how he's going to fit it in but I know he will.
