Yell into the sock as loud as you can.
From Create Your Own Story
Trying to ease the burning of the baton in your tight ass is one thing, but watching Mac get more angry is another. You don't know why, but the moment you cry out into the sock, and see Mac's dark eyes glare at you, his phone to his ear, your dick gets all the harder.
"What?" Mac snaps. "This is a lousy fucking connection, woman." He shoves the baton further into your ass with a vicious twist, and you yelp into the sock again. Your eyes water, and you're not sure, but you think you catch a smirk on the ugly stud's face.
"Okay, okay, I heard you, woman! I know he's my responsibility, too!" Mac growls into the receiver. He lets go of the baton - leaving it buried up your hole, he switches hands, and reaches down to your chest. His rough paw takes your left nipple and twists it in a mean pinch.
You howl into the sock. His eyes don't leave yours as he listens.
"What?" he snaps. His fingers twist again. You can barely get a breath in between his rough yanks and twists as he tortures your nipple.
"I'll take care of it when I get back!" Mac growls. Your body arches on the bed as he switches to your other nipple and repeats the rough treatment.
"What'd you say?" Another twist. Again you yell into the sock - the material is soaked now. He releases your red and burning nipple and moves his hand back to the baton while he listens to the shrill voice on the phone.
"You tell that little shit he better pray he didn't get another bitch knocked up, or else I'm gonna knock his goddamn ass into next week!" He grips the baton, and starts to fuck you with it again, all the faster than before. You moan in one long constant state of ache - your dick remains rock hard, though, and is leaking precome onto your stomach.
The hairy stud is gritting his teeth, his huge arm muscles tensed and bulging. He's practically spitting out his words as he mercilessly sodomizes your little hole with his billy club.
"I got it! Now shut the fuck up or else I'll crack you upside the head, too! Don't forget what happened last time you pissed me off, Eileen!"
You can hear the voice on the other line go silent. Mac slams the phone shut and throws it on his suitcase.
"Yeah I thought so. Goddamn fuckin' bitch." The man mutters. He glares down at you. "Now what the fuck was that, boy?" he says. "You were so fucking loud half the city could have heard you. Were you trying to piss me off?"
Arms tied and gagged with the sock, you look up at him from the bed. He's mad as hell, and his ugly club of a dick is sticking out hard from his fly, engorged and veiny and a drip of ooze on its tip. You nod, writhing on the bed.
"That so?" he grins. He steps out of his jeans and pulls his sleeveless shirt over his head, revealing a wide chest and thick body that's covered with dark hair. The scent of him, already present in the room, grows stronger. He reaches out and squeezes your dick, and you moan into the sock again.
"Now where were we before the two of you decided to piss me off?" He slaps at your balls with one hand, and you yowl into the makeshift gag "Oh yeah! I was about to rape your slut hole, baby. Mmmm - that's why I love dicking cute little boys like you. Sweet, tight fuckin' pussy without all the bullshit. Only thing you care about is makin' daddy and his cock happy, huh?"
You whimper and nod, quickly and genuinely agreeing with the nasty fucker. Your dick throbs.
"Don't need to worry about gettin' you pregnant, huh, boy? Though I'm sure gonna try like hell to!"
Mac roughly yanks the nightstick from your clutching sphincter. You can feel your anus distend outwards from the force. Before you even have time to respond, though, the burly stud grabs you by the waist, picks you up bodily, and brutally impales you on his drooling horsecock. The man's sturdy legs are spread apart as he begins pummeling into you in a standing fuck. Your small body bounces up and down on his monster cock.
You've never felt so helpless - impaled to the hilt on Mac's truncheon, his massive arms wrapped around you, and your hands bound together behind you. You also realize you've never felt so turned on! His hands grip your sides so tight you know he's leaving bruises. Your head falls back in a mix of agony and ecstasy as Mac begins licking and biting your neck, leaving painful, raised welts. Your rock hard dick rubs deliciously against the kinky black fur covering the older man's abs.
Mac walks over to the wall and presses your back against it. You are trapped between his jackhammering dong and the cold, hard surface. You lift your head up and stare into his angry eyes. He smacks you roughly across the face. You moan in response.
"You shouldn't have fucking pissed me off, boy. But I think you like the rough stuff, don't you?" Mac growls and then spits in your face.
You nod wildly, and he slaps you again, harder. Your cock erupts between the two of you, spurting cum across your stomach and his hairy belly.
"Fucking whore," he growls at you, and pounds you all the harder.
For hours, it seems, the deranged prison guard batters your hole. He fucks you in every position and on every available surface in the hotel room. His furry body is soaked and slick with sweat. The room fills with his heat and his body odor. The smell is unbelievable - like a wild animal!
You've already shot three loads by the time he's ready to nut in your pussy - every time you come before him, he slaps you a little harder. Your cheek is red and burning, but each time you come you can't help it. As promised, he pumps his hot seed deep in your guts. Mac cums like a gorilla - huffing and puffing and grunting as he thoroughly inseminates you.
After he cums, the big ugly hunk is surprisingly tender. He undoes your wrist restraints and pulls you into the hotel bed with him him. Mac's rubbery dick is softening, yet it's still crammed up your ass. He wraps you in his big arms and pulls you into his chest. You nustle your face against the humid blanket of fur and sigh.
"I think I'm fallin' in love..." The man mumbles before falling asleep. His thunderous snores fill the room.
Against your better judgment, you realize Mac just might be the man of your dreams. Who knows what the future will hold?
Best Birthday Ever.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
