Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2010 11:20:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: R S <roberto_s0005@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Banged by Paolo - 1

I don't really know how Paolo knew. Maybe he caught me checking out the
guys in the shower after working our in the gym. Maybe it was just sheer
intuition. I don't know. I do know he never caught me checking him out in
the showers because I never did. I was too scared - scared that I'd get
really hard, scared he'd notice and beat the crap out of me. Paolo is after
all a 6-foot Brazilian mulatto whose body is pure muscle. Which is not to
say I didn't notice the bulge in his jeans.

I didn't know him well, but one day he struck a conversation with me and
eventually invited me over to his place for a beer. It wasn't until
instants before I collapsed that I realize he must've put something in my
beer.

When I woke up, I was lying on a bed, facing down. My wrists and ankles
were each handcuffed to a bedpost. I was gagged and blindfolded. And
completely naked.

'Well, well, so the little fag is awake now?'

It was Paolo's voice. I felt him caressing my butt.

'Don't worry, I didn't fuck you while you were asleep. Before I fuck your
brains out, just out of curiousity, how many cocks have you had up your ass
before?'

I shook my head violently.

'Don't tell me you're a virgin. Wait, it actually makes sense - you're too
chicken to go to a gay club and bend over for someone in the toilets. Well,
you'll be glad to know you're going to lose your virginity to a monster
cock.'

I shook my head again. He spat on my asshole.

'It's not like you have a choice. But I'll make a deal with you: prove to
me you're not really a fag and I won't fuck you. But I think you're a fag
and you've never had the guts to do something about it. I think once you've
had dick up your boycunt, you'll be a total fag, cock-craving whore. And
tonight's your chance: your chance to get a huge brown cock cum in your
cunt. How does that sound?'

He spat on my asshole, reached underneath my body and grabbed my dick.

'Your tiny erection is rock-hard. I guess that means the idea of getting my
manhood in your ass turns you on. You know it makes sense, besides, who are
you going to please with that tiny cock that's little more than an
overgrown clit? Your boycunt, on the other hand...'

He spat on my asshole again. He climbed on the bed, and I could feel his
hairy, muscular legs against mine. I felt the tip of his cock against my
ass. He positioned it against my asshole, and pushed.

The gag muffled my screams. I kept on screaming in pain as his cock went
into me, inch by inch. Just when I thought it would never stop, I felt his
pubic hair against my skin. He stayed still for a few moments.

'Feel it, faggot slut. Feel a real man's cock inside you, you cunt.'

Then he began fucking me, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and
harder and harder, until I could feel his large, hairy balls slappin
against my ass every time rammed his dick into me.

That was when it started. In the midst of pain, I began feeling a little
tingling in my ass. Then it started growing more intense, and I couldn't
deny it to myself anymore: I was being raped in the ass, and I was getting
pleasure out of it. I began squirming; this was like a stallion mounting a
mare, and I was loving it, moaning as he pounded my ass.

Then he came. It was sheer heaven, to feel his cock squirting into my ass.

'You like it, fag? I can tell you do, you love getting your cunt full of
cum. You love having your boypussy fucked by a real man, not a pathetic
little fag like you.'

This pushed me over the edge; I came. He pulled his manhood out of my ass,
removed my gag and blindfold, and released my wrists and ankles. I just lay
there, feeling his cum leaking out of my ass.

'OK, slut, you came, without touching yourself, just by getting your ass
fucked. Realistically, I think the only sex you'll be having from now on is
by bending over, or giving blowjobs - more on blowjobs later. As far as Im
concerned, you're not a man anymore, you're just a piece of meat, a tight
cunt for me to fuck whenever I feel like it. You'll never stick your
pathetic little thing that passes for a dick into anyone again, you don't
deserve to. You're just my personal slut now, my whore, actually you're
less than a hooker, because hookers get paid, but you'll do it because I
own you and you'll just bend over or spread your whore legs when I tell you
to. Speaking of legs, you're not a man anymore, so why do you have
peachfuzz on them? The bathroom's over there, I left a razor for you in
your gym bag.'

I sat up, not knowing what to do.

'Look, bitch,' said Paolo, 'if you want my cock to fuck you again, do as I
say. Let's not pretend you don't want it.'

I went into the bathroom. I shaved my legs, armpits and chest with the pink
razor Paolo had left in my gym bag. Not that there was much to shave
anyway. I put on lots of the moisturizing cream I found there, too.

Paolo was pleased with what he saw when I came out.

'OK, slut, it's time for your reward.'

He made me get on all fours next to his wardrobe mirror. This time I didn't
need any lube; my ass was still fll of cum and his dick was still sweaty
from raping me. I saw myself in the mirror, getting fucked on all fours,
willingly, I watched as any remaining manhood was being fucked away.

'OK, slut, now you're nothing but a tight warm hole for me to fuck whenever
I please, you're just a piece of meat I happen to own. You'll do as I say
and nobody else gets to fuck you without my permission. I know you'll obey
because you know that's the only way you're getting my cock again.'

I just moaned in reply.

'I'll give you something to moan about.'

He grabbed my hips, and slowly pulled out his cock until only the head was
still in me. Then he pulled my hips and rammed in his cock to the hilt with
all his strength.

'AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!'

I passed out. When I awoke, I was still lying on the floor next to the
mirror. Paolo had climbed on top of me and was fucking me with gusto. I
looked in the mirror, and saw how I was being mounted by the man for who I
had willingly gotten on all fours. I felt and saw his hairy, muscular legs,
so powerful and manly, on top of my perfectly smooth legs, and his hairy
balls slapping against my ravaged ass.

'Looks like your pathetic excuse for a dick is hard again.'

It was true.

He yanked my hair.

'Say my name, whore!'

'Paolo! Paolo!'

He came again.

'OK, slut, I left your clothes next to the bed. Just get dressed and go.
Come back here tomorrow at the same time, just make sure you shower and
shave your legs first.'


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