Journey To Submission Ch 02

"You love getting dick in ya." He went on as though it were a well know fact.

He wandered over to the book shelves. His back to me for a second. I couldn't see what he was doing.

Then he turned and strode toward me. Much louder:

"Hell, that's why you came over here in the first place." "Your just a cock hound." "You just want to suck my dick."

I watched in fascination. Watched as he talking himself in to it. I started to object. I'd raised my index finger ready to make my point. But he cut me off again. He was on a roll.

I started to rise up off my knees. But by then he was next to me again. He placed his hand on my shoulder and pressed. I dropped back down. He and his giant cock were looming over my face. Again, his big cock was inches from my mouth. I could only kneel there. Naked. Vulnerable. Helpless. I bowed my head in defeat. I didn't want to be looking up at him. Him and his giant dangling Cock.

It was all a misunderstanding. I knew that. I still thought Tony was probably a nice guy. He'd just been misinformed somewhere, somehow, by somebody. I just wanted this madness to end. But Tony didn't. So it just kept going on and on.

Angrily he demanded "It's getting soft. Open up and start sucking."

I opened up. His still semi-erect cock burrowed it's way once again between my lips. I grabbed for his hips to try to keep him from choking me. I'm sure he read that as another a sign of my consent.

"Listen up now, my new little cock sucking bitch." he laughed.

It seemed to me He was getting in to his element. He really liked this shit. Pushing people around. Sadistic fuck. Maybe I shouldn't like this guy as much as I thought. Well, at least someone was having fun. Yeah, fucking Tony.

He continued. "Get it nice and hard for me cum slut. If you do good, I'll use some lube on your ass before I fuck it."

So, here I am. Cock in my mouth. Trying to please.

He was way to serious about this cock sucking thing for my comfort level. I believe he would at least 'try' to jam that massive thing up my ass bareback. I didn't want to give him reason to think he needed to. I decided I wasn't going to give him any static. I was sure on this point, he'd try to rape my ass with no lubricant at all, just to prove to me that HE was in charge. I didn't like the prospect of my butt being reaming like that. I'd just wait for another chance to beg. He liked me begging. I'd just beg him to be nice to my ass.

I waited. Ready to express my total capitulation. As I waited. Mouth full of cock. And it was starting to take a little time. I started to feel something I hadn't expected. This is really not so bad, I thought. Naked and being forced to suck dick. It was kind of kinky. I was starting to get hard, if you know what I mean.

Kind of feels natural to me. Even kind of comfortable. Like I was in my place, kind of. Under different circumstances I might even be enjoy this. I've got to get naked more often when I'm alone in my apartment from now on, I found myself promising me.

I snapped back to reality. I must be losing my fucking mind. Stockholm syndrome or something. but still, I was getting harder. Oh shit. If Tony notices, he'll never let me live it down.

Back to the plan I reminded myself. I decided the next time I had the chance to come up for air. I started begging again. Right then, he eased up.

I gasped "Just let me know when you want me to turn around and bend over, Sir. OK?"

He paused, just for a second. I thought the 'sir' thing would really get him.

I gasped in more air. "Just please Sir. Please use the lube. OK?"

Pokey push. Hard cock is forcing it's was in to my mouth again.

Apparently, Tony REALLY likes getting his way. Then, much to my relief, He smiles down at me. I look up at him cock-mouthed and doe-eyed. He says:

"That's what I thought."

"You been wanting my cock up your ass since we met."

"Don't you, Bitch?" He threatens.

He finally pulls his cock out of my mouth, just to let me answer. And what seems odd to me at the time. He is standing to my right. With a hand full of my hair, he's pointing my face towards the bookshelves. While he stands next to me.

The only sensible answer I have for him is, in my best judgment, to tell him what he wanted o hear:

"Yes Sir." I blurt out. Staring straight ahead. I'm talking to the book shelves. Like I'm giving a speech to an empty room.

I pour it on for him "You can see right through me. I couldn't fool you for a minute. I want it. I've always wanted it."

He eases up the grip he has on my hair. Encouraged, I pander on.

Confessing like a catholic school girl. I blather:

"Right from the beginning, I've want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good."

"Fuck my ass with your big hard cock." I go on. "I want it bad."

"And sucking?" He almost whispers.

"yes, and sucking too." I go on. "I love cock in my mouth."

He pulls my head back a little. Encouraging me on for more.

"Yes, I love sucking cock. I can't get enough."

After he had hears that, he pats me on the head. Condescending fuck. He seems really pleased with me.

"Again, "he says: "Only this time I want sincerity."

Well, he's not hurting me. So, what the fuck. I give the speech again.

"I love to suck cock." I loudly vow. I turn and look up at him. Splashing sincerity all over him like cheep cologne. He doesn't like this.

He's not impressed. He slaps my face. Smack! Not really very hard, but it does takes me by surprise.

"Eyes to the front." He says

I fucking want "Sincerity, goddamn it."

Then "Again." He orders.

He steps away for a moment. I rubbed my sore cheek. He seems to get back awfully quick. I still have little blinking spots before my eyes. I see He has the jar of lubricant in hand. I'm conflicted. Relieved my ass will be greased, not torn apart. And not so relieved. As I believe I'm about to be butt fucked.

My confusion doesn't last for very long.

"Turn around Bitch." Tony say menacingly

I staggered up, from my knees and turn. Exposing what I think is my soon to be really sore butt toward him.

"Bend over." He demands.

I leaned forward, hands on knees, I take a wider stance.

"Grab your ankles Buttfuck, Your in for the ride of your life." He laughs.

He seems downright gleeful now. Psycho. I try to relax my sphincter muscles. I try to let my mind wander. 'Grab my ankles?' Why do people say that? If I did grab my ankles, I'd just fall over. No front/back center of gravity. It's just a stupid...

My inane revere is interrupted by pressure on my butt hole. I felt his wet slick fingers rubbing on me, around me, in me. Forcing their way in. First just one greasy finger. Then two. I'm glad he's taken the time to loosening me up a bit first. I wonder how may assholes he's ripped with that monster cock. How many he's sent to the hospital for stitches. Not this asshole. Not this time anyway.

Again, I feel pressure. Different this time. More. He's pushing hard on my delicate little rose bud. I don't think I'll to be calling it delicate after this. Or ever again. I reach back with both hands. Spreading my butt cheeks. Giving him easier access. More obvious consent from me, I'm sure he's thinking. I hear him breathing. Panting almost. Seriously focused on his ass raping task. Concentrating hard as he probes, wallers, aims, and finally finds the little indentation he's been looking for. Pressing his cock head dead center against my poor little butt hole.

He's locked in and ready. He grips my hips with both hands. I drop my hands to my knees. Clench my eyes closed. He bucks wildly. He rams his hips forward hard.

Then: pain. Sharp stinging pain. He's busted in. Instinctively. I try to bolt upright. He's ready for that. Clamping my neck he bends me back down. He slams his pole all the way in. Right to the hilt. Son of a bitch. Couldn't he have gone a little slower. At least at first? Fucker.

I began my begging again: "Stop, wait a sec. let me get used to it. Please."

To my surprise, he does stop. Not for very long though. Not long enough for me anyway. The stinging has just begun to subside to a dull ache.

The Pounding begins. He starts sliding his big hard cock out of my ass, real slow. Then he slams it back in. Fast. Hard. Deep. Deep until his belly slapped against my butt cheeks. His balls slap into mine. His fingers digging in to the flesh of my upper thighs. Then again. Slowly dragging it out. Almost completely out. Then slamming it in again. Hard. Fast. Deep. Again. Then again. On and on.

The damn liquor must have been holding him back from coming. And the coke must be keep him hard. He'll be fucking my ass for ever. I'm flopping like a dead fish. Pretty soon I feel my strength began to fade. My knees go all wobbly. I can't keep us both of us up. Not Myself and Tony hanging like a monkey, no a gorilla, a gorilla hanging on my back. I begin to sink down to the floor.

Tony is ready for this it seems. He just reaches around me. Pushes one of his hands against my chest. Picking me up like a sack of potatoes. My ass still impaled on his massive cock. He drops to one knee. I fold like a tent. He follows me to the floor. He pushes my shoulders to the deck. My arms hang uselessly by my sides. He pushes my face in to the floor. My left eye and cheek press into the carpet. He slaps at my thighs. Making me move them in and out. He's getting me to spread them. To raise or lower my asshole to get it at just the right ideal height. Making an perfect easy target for his massive rod to continue it's ramming assault.

He's more comfortable now in the new position. More control for him. Now he's on his knees. Better leverage. Easier to manipulate his new fuck toy, my ass. Easier to cock-ram my upturned soft ass pussy. He fucks me like I'm a goddamn dog. I start to complain. I rise up off the floor. He had grab my hair and bangs my face back down grinding it in to the carpet.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" he manages to groan.

"Your distracting me." he says.

A man on a mission. Tony is in his element. A distraction will only make it last longer, I think.

The pounding began once again. My ass feels like fire. But then after a while, it feels somehow full. And almost good. I'm getting in to a rhythm. A part of me is almost somehow enjoying this. Pleasing him. Being useful to him. I'm kind of enjoying being used like this. Is Tony right about me?

Things go dark for me. I squeeze my eyes shut. I'm trying real hard to be living in the moment. The pulsing pounding is far away. Yet right here. I'm in a warm river of darkness. I feel the waves washing over me. Sexual, sensual waves. Dragging me back and forth as though I' in a warm tidal pool. I'm on a beach. Sitting in the surf, in the darkness. The black tide invisible sending small electrical charges, sparks of lust and sexual desire spiraling through me. They all start in my asshole. My delicate rosebud. Some tingle up my spine to the back of my head. Some flash up my butt, then over to my tentacles. Some run up my cock and nip at the tip. Then just waves of lust and desire. Pushing, then pulling. No rhyme or reason. Then sparks, then tingle. Push and pull...

Back again. Where am I? Asshole on fire. Oh yeah. Tony the ass fucker. I try to escape again into the my private tidal pool of lust. Then dark again. The pulling tide...

I wake again. Quiet. On Tony's floor. Naked. A little cold. Asshole feels kinda loose. I'm leaking a bit from back there. I reach back, scooping with my fingers. Check 'em out. No blood, just goo. Good. No blood. Just sticky. Ewe, Sticky goo oozing out my butt and I'm thinking good(?). WTF. Knees are weak. Carpet burns on my knees. Ouch. I think he must have been fucking my poor little rosebud for an hour, maybe more. Right here on the goddamn floor. Things are starting to clear.

Not really sure if or when I passed out the first time. Remember bouncing up and down off the floor for quite awhile. I must have passed out at least once. More after that most likely.

I don't even know if he finally blew his load up my ass or not. Maybe he just got tired and quit. Lots of sticky though. Anyway, he just banged the hell out of my extremely well fucked ass. Then left me laying in the floor. Then he just wandered off.

I was alone. For now at least. Seems like every muscle in my body is sore. I ache all over. Then, Oh shit. I remember. Embarrassment flashes over me like a bucket hot water. Tossed by some soulless clown in a circus nightmare. I remember enjoying being ass raped. I flushes red with guilt. Embarrassment washes over me. My temp goes up ten degrees. I'm sweating.

I enjoyed it. At least some of it. I actually enjoyed being ass fucked like a whore. I'm a goddamn clown. I'm a fucking clown. I joke. An object to be ridiculed. I feel so ashamed. I loathe myself. What was wrong with me? What had I become?

I want to cry. Later. I tell myself. I rise up. Gingerly. Slowly. I ache everywhere. I look around for my stuff. I can't find them. My clothes are gone! Oh shit, I think Tony's not done with me yet.