Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2021 19:07:18 -0700 (MST) From: Ash Hunter Subject: Forced First, Consent Second This story is a work of fiction. Characters are inspired by people and fantasies in my life but have in no way actually occurred. I'm a Canadian, so I'll be using terms I have grown up with her. As a first-time writer, I would love any comments, critiques, questions, suggestions, or pictures/videos that you think I need to see. Help me become a better author and inspire me with anything you think would work. My email is open to everyone! Twitter @hunter_writing I'll post previews, take requests, and reposts inspirations there. If you enjoy the stories at nifty.org please consider making a donation to keep the archive running! There is a massive body of work available to suit every taste. Please support nifty.org if you can. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I could feel him struggling to draw breath against my forearm. His hands against the tiled wall trying to keep from falling. His eyes covered by his tuque. He was milking my cock while it throbbed in his ass and I could feel my load stirring in my nuts. I'd been waiting for this for months and couldn't wait to breed him. ***** It all started back at the end of March 2020. I'd seen Aaron on the usual apps: Grindr, Jack'd, Hornet, always with the same profile. An average height, blue eyed, twink with sort of an indie or hippy style and light brown curls spilling over his forehead from under his tuque. We talked and hit it off pretty well. The usual back and forth flirting before the inevitable "what you looking for" and "what you into" came into play. I found out a lot about this pretty little twink. First there were the shy and coy pictures where he was in a public bathroom, lifting up his shirt enough to show a smooth body with a deep swimmer V and a whisper of a six-pack. He was thin enough that the six-pack could have just been natural but it was defined enough that you could tell he put effort into it. I noticed that most of his flirty pictures were all in the same public bathroom. I eventually asked him about it and that's when his wild side started surfacing. "I work at a Second Cup in the mall downtown. There's this little bathroom down a side hall that no one ever uses, they probably think it's a staff only bathroom. I've always wanted to get fucked in it. Once my ex met me there and I blew him in the stall on my lunch break. It was awesome. We didn't have the balls to do anything more though." Fuck this twink was hot. We got into it more and he started opening up about other things he'd always wanted to try, of course there was public sex but the list kept growing: watersports, forced fantasies, bondage, even some pain fetishes, he wanted the whole sex spectrum. His ex-boyfriend dumped him before they did anything else beside that one stall blowjob. The more we talked the more into him I got and the more risqué the pictures he started taking in the bathroom were. Shirt off completely, showing an extremely toned, pale, and smooth body. A shot of him squeezing one of his nipples, pain obvious on his face but his pants bulging to show he still liked it. Finally, there was the money shot: stark naked with his thick, cut cock semi hard on full display. He was at least 7 inches semi hard, and it looked even bigger compared to his thin body. This picture was followed by him twisted around so he could put his ass on the counter to show it off. I've heard of bubble butts, but had never seen such a perfectly round ass. I came several times to those pictures and messages. Finally, we decided that we had to meet up. He really wanted to explore his submissive side and all these different fetishes. I really wanted to get my rocks off and explore my own fantasies. I was going to pick him up from work and we were going to do the normal wine and movies until someone made a move. Pretty typical. Then COVID hit. The day before we were going to meet up our city went into the first lock down. My roommates were in the medical field, so I didn't want to risk anything by him coming over, and he was still living with his family so going to his house wasn't really an option. The lockdown wasn't supposed to be more than a week or two, so we decided to postpone our meeting. We keep talking, sending pictures, and fantasizing, but after the first two weeks the lock down extended for another month. Some people got depressed in the lock down, some got anxious, I got horny as fuck. I hadn't had my cock inside anything but my hand in months. I started edging myself and holding off on jacking off as long as I could, just to shake things up. Aaron kept up the pics and talk, which helped whenever I jacked off, but I needed more. We talked about meeting up as soon as the lockdown ended. After a month and a half, the lockdown ended and everything opened up with reduced hours; but at least we could go out again. After finally getting out of my house and seeing people other than my roommates, I was basically semihard any time I saw another guy. I needed to fuck. I needed Aaron. I needed to feel my twink wrap his thin lips around my cock and drain it. I needed to feel that perfect bubble butt spread and take my load. I started leaking precum just thinking about him. I knew that he was back at work, so I thought maybe I would just surprise him after his shift. See if he wanted a ride home. We'd been talking long enough that he was verging on being a nymphomaniac in our messages, so I was pretty confident that I could talk him into roadhead or something on the way home. He normally bussed, so we could take a couple hours and his family wouldn't question it. I got to the mall, parked in the only available spots on the south side, and tossed on my mask and a hat (my hair wasn't terrible, but it had been far too long without a haircut). I knew he was at the Second Cup in the North end of the mall, so I started walking over. As I was heading over, he sent me a message from the bathroom showing me his ass; his smooth, bubble ass. I was immediately hard and a little worried that I'd start leaking through my jeans. He said he was just finishing break and super horny with all the hot guys coming in and out of the store. I smirked to myself under my mask, that horniness would come in handy shortly. It was near the end of his shift, but the line was still pretty long. It had been too much time since these people had their overpriced coffee fix. There was Aaron though. I could see him at the counter, his mouth hidden by his own dark brown mask, but his eyes crinkled in an obvious smile while he was serving the customers and his curly brown hair almost falling into his eyes. My cock twitched again thinking about how I was going to get him to serve me soon. However, it was just after the lock down, so that many people made me a little uncomfortable. I decided that, as a sort of joke for him, I'd send him a picture from his own bathroom; I needed to take a piss anyways. I walked to the side of the cafe and saw the hallway he'd mentioned weeks ago. He was right, it looked like a utility hallway and there was no sign for the bathroom, just a few doors to the back of stores and a turn to the right a few dozen feet down the hallway. I walked down the hallway and found the door to the men's room with a hand written "One person max" sign taped to it. I pushed my way in, door swinging open silently, and took a quick look. It was empty. I walked to passed the two stalls to the urinal on the fair side. It was between the handicapped stall and the wall, and it barely big enough for a full-grown man to stand. I took a leak that quickly turned into stroking a hardening cock as my memories of Aaron's pictures in this place started flashing in my head. His pale skin over taunt muscles, piercing blue eyes full of desire, and a cock that grew to a full 7.5 inches and seemed almost as thick. And that ass. That perfect ass. I had to stopped myself abruptly. I was going to cum in my twink today. I wasn't going to waste this load. But the photo op was too good: I snapped a picture of my hard, veiny cock wet with precum and sent it to him over Grindr. I washed my hands and as I was opening the door with a paper towel, I noticed the deadbolt on the door. A very naughty plan started up in my mind and my cock was immediately leaking precum again. I checked my watch. He was done in ten minutes. I walked to the front of the store and loitered, looked at the displayed mugs and gift sets. Through the window I could see him start to switch with a girl that hadn't been there before. He walked to the back, pulling off his apron, and came out a moment later in his jacket and tuque, with the bottom of some AirPods peeking out along with a few stray curls. He waved goodbye to his coworkers and walked out right past me, heading down the hallway to the restroom. I took a deep breath, counted to 10, and followed him nonchalantly. The bathroom door was still half closing when I got there, so I quickly slipped in before it closed completely. As soon as it did, I snapped the deadbolt into place. Luckily at the same time I heard Aaron's stream hit the urinal, masking the soft click into place. I quickly moved to the urinal where Aaron was standing, while undoing my jeans' button and zipper. My cock immediately shot out of my boxers and felt almost cold, since there was so much precum coating it. Aaron didn't hear me through his own piss and whatever he was listening to. My cock throbbed again. I stepped up behind him and first pulled his tuque down, all the way to his mask. He lurched back with a cry, in shock, and I took that moment to wrap one arm around his neck and use my free hand to grab his underwear's waistband. His hands flew up to my arm as my hand yanked his underwear and pants down. As he grabbed my arm I pulled back. He was average height at 5 foot 10, but I was several inches on him. I easily crushed him against me with my arm at his throat, cutting off any further cries, as I gruffly whispered in his ear "You're mine now bitch. Make another sound and I'll choke you out first and then fuck you. Either way I'm doing you." He stood silently for a moment, processing what I said as his air supply slowly diminished and then nodded slightly while loosening his grip on my arm. I pull his underwear and pants down the rest of the way and felt my cock touch his ass cheeks. I nearly blew right there. I loosened my hold on his throat a little to let him breath and could feel him trembling. My brain went blank with desire. I could feel the warmth of his hole begging for my cock. We had spoken for months. I already knew his special little places and turn-ons. As I pushed my cock in between his ass cheeks I bit his earlobe through the tuque. He gasped in pleasure and surprise at the bite and flinched backwards. Luckily for me, his flinch pushed his ass back and my cock touched his hole. At that moment, there was no hesitation. I suddenly pulled my forearm tight against his throat so stop him from shouting and I pushed in. His hole resisted the sudden intrusion attempt but I didn't care. I shoved forward so hard we both started falling forward. His hands shot out instinctively, and found the wall, holding us both up but giving me the leverage to shove deeper into him. As my cock forced its way in, I felt his hole try to keep me out, tightening and pushing, but it just made it feel even better. I bottomed out in Aaron while his shout of shock and pain was choked out to a squeak by my arm. However, as I was all the way in him, an involuntary moan escaped us both. My spare arm wrapped around him and grabbed for his cock. He was rock hard. The little fucker was getting raped by, to his knowledge, a total stranger, and he was almost as hard as I was. He flinched in shame at my touch but his cock told me everything I needed to know. I chuckled a throaty little laugh in his ear and pulled out until it was just the tip of my cock in him. Then I slammed back in. Over and over, with each thrust more precum lubed up his hole and made it easier to get in. Easier but not looser. His ass was a vise, so tight it was almost painful. I was randomly loosening and tightening my grip on his throat, hearing him whimper, moan, and almost cry with each thrust. I've never felt an ass like Aaron's. It was perfection. Suddenly my hand, still wrapped around his cock, felt him start to pulsate. He was getting close. I wanted to feel him cum to getting raping in a public washroom. I wanted his body to betray him and show how much he loved this. I started choking him again. I could feel him struggling to draw breath against my forearm. His hands against the tiled wall trying to keep from falling. His eyes covered by his tuque. He was milking my cock while it throbbed in his ass and I could feel my load stirring in my nuts. I'd been waiting for this for months and couldn't wait to breed him. Suddenly his ass, that I thought was vise-like before, got even tighter as he came. With a strangled shout of release, he shot a bucket-load of cum, coating my hand and the urinal. I could hear his thick load hit the porcelain and feel its warmth on my hand. The added tightness of his ass was too much. I came like I'd never cum before. As much as Aaron had cum, I came more. My legs turned to jelly as I emptied my balls into him, only my grip on his throat kept me upright. I pushed as far in as I could and coated his ass with my seed. The cock whore loved it. I wanted my seed to stay in him, marking him my property. I let go of his neck and slowly pulled out, his ass almost seemed tighter: he wanted me to stay in him. He breathed in deeply when I released him and fell to his knees but his body had said everything. He loved it. He loved getting raped in the bathroom and feeling another man use him. Aaron's a whore. My twink is a cock whore, and I loved it too. Even without seeing his eyes I could tell that he wasn't sure which was worse; that he'd just been brutally raped or that he liked it so much. He didn't even try to move his tuque from his eyes. He just stayed on his knees breathing and trembling, his cock still smeared with his own orgasm. At some point one of his legs had come completely free of his underwear and pants. The sight made my softening cock rock hard again. I reached down and pulled off his mask, causing him to flinch back, and used it to wipe off his own cum from my hand. With a smirk to myself, I then shoved it back into his mouth as a gag. Aaron gasped in surprise, but he didn't move or even try to spit it out. He didn't move at all. I put my hand to shirt collar and pulled him to his feet. Turning and then suddenly pushing him towards the sink, I stepped on his pants to cause him to stumble backwards. Aaron landed square on the sink, eyes still covered by his tuque and pants dangling on one leg. His cum stained cock was semi hard again and laying against his thigh. Stepping up to him, I pull his pants the rest of the way off and put his feet on my shoulders and hooked a hand under his shirt and onto his neck; letting me see his abs flex with the pain and pleasure while I kept controlling hand on his throat. As soon as my hand was around his throat, he stiffened but his cock started inflating again. He had never discussed choking before but I had definitely found a new kink for him. I held onto the counter for leverage as I lined up my cock to his obviously abused hole and pushed in again. Aaron was just as tight as before, though my own cum lubed up his hole and made it easier to get deeper faster. I found his prostate and kept hitting it in deep, measured thrusts. When he involuntarily started moaning through his cum soaked gag, I switched it up: I pulled out only half way before slamming back into him. Or I'd stay in and twitch my cock inside him. He had both hand on my wrist, keeping me at a place where, while he struggled to draw breath, he could at least still could breathe. I noticed one hand was slowly pushing at his tuque, trying to see me. I rammed as deeply as I could, getting a gasp of pain out of him through the gag, and used my free hand to slap him across the face and pull the tuque down lower. His hands instead dropped from my wrists to his sides to try and hold himself in a comfortable position. His cock had visibly jumped when I hit him, and I could tell that he was getting off on the pain, so I roughly twisted his exposed right nipple. The shock and pain tore another gasp from him but his spent cock started leaking precum. I took my time now, pumping slowly in and out of his ass. As my other hand explored his body, twisting a nipple, squeezing his cock, and sharply slapping him through his tuque. I drew my nails down his abs, not breaking the skin but leaving angry red welts and drawing another gasp from him. I could tell that his pale skin would be bruised in several places but having a visible mark on him as well as my seed deep inside him just made me harder. I was marking Aaron as mine on the inside and out. Tightening my hand on his throat, I started slamming into him harder and deeper until, finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I blew a second load, somehow bigger that the first, deep inside him. His hole was already milking the cum from me when it suddenly got even tighter and Aaron came again. His thick white cum spilling over his abs and dripping down onto his belly. The slut had cum handsfree. I pulled out of Aaron's ass. Even though it never felt any looser, and almost hurt to pull out, his hole gapped with my loads slowly starting to dribble out. Aaron's cock was also spent, laying soft across his cum stained torso. He stayed where he was, an obedient cum whore waiting to see if he could be of more use to me. I leaned in and whispered instructions to him. "Do not move or look until you've counted to thirty. Then you can get cleaned up. After that, wait 5 minutes before leaving the bathroom. Got that, you little slut?" He nodded and started counting, the muffled numbers coming through his gag. As I pulled up my pants and turned to leave, I saw his underwear on the floor. I didn't have any sort of underwear fetish but I definitely wanted a trophy of this day. I picked them up and stuffed them into my pocket. I walked out backwards to make sure he didn't look until I was out of the bathroom and then briskly walked through the mall to my car. As I sat down in my car, I had tossed Aaron's underwear to the passenger seat, I started realizing exactly what I had just done. I had just raped Aaron. Twice. Even as this realization that it wasn't just some fantasy hit me, my phone buzzed with a new message. I opened up Grindr and saw it was a message from Aaron. I opened it and my blood went cold. The last message I had sent was me in that bathroom. The message from Aaron read "That was you?" A million scenarios ran panicking through my head. However, even in my panic, Aaron's underwear drew my gaze. I don't know what came over me but I just replied with "Yeah. Both times." I sat staring at my phone screen, both terrified and filled with this undefinable dominance, when Aaron's next message came in: a picture of him in the bathroom mirror, tuque pulled over his face, his mask still balled in his mouth, and bruises and scratch marks forming on his torso while his own cum still dripped from him. Then Aaron sent me his schedule for the rest of the month. My cock twitched and started getting hard as I smiled.