Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2019 10:04:06 +0100 From: David Roslyn Subject: Fear by David Roslyn (category: Beginnings) - Chapter 12 Disclaimers: This work is a work of fiction and is my property. The story and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to anyone or any actual event is coincidental. There are three distinctly different main characters that will appear as the story progresses. You should be legally allowed to read this type of material before continuing. As it is based on an actual book, I had published a few years ago – free for your enjoyment – the story will not contain explicit material in all the chapters BUT don't fret, as it is more the exception than the rule. Note that there will be a violent scenario. If this will trigger any trauma for you, please be aware of it before you start reading. Please direct any comments or feedback to my email address at davidrolsynauthor2019@gmail.com. Enjoy! And remember to donate to Nifty! CHAPTER TWELVE Daniel To say I'm miffed for not having had the chance to sleep with James, is a fucking understatement. But, I'm only assuming, he wants more out of our relationship than only a one night stand. It would've been nice though. I sigh. Knowing he'll be leaving soon isn't enough to temper my desire or, as I'm beginning to think, feelings for him. No relationship is a guarantee, as my grandfather used to say. I'd be a fool to think otherwise. I get to my room and change into my shorts. I've had a hard-on for most of the day and the little bugger is tired from all the unreleased tension. Not forgetting the restraint of being cooped up in my underpants. Going to sit on my bed, I take out my phone and message him, Thanks. He replies almost immediately with a, `most welcome, call you tomorrow.' I lay back onto my pillows and close my eyes, thinking of James. Oh, lovely, sweet and incredibly sexy James. Just as I feel myself get hard again a rough voice rips me back to reality and I sit up fast, opening my eyes. It's Johan. "Hi Casanova. Dreaming of your American, are you? He stares straight at my crotch, which clearly shows him I'm hard and I cover it with my hands. "I'm off today Oom Johan. What can I do for you?" Ignoring his derogatory comments. "First off, I know what you did today and took some lovely pictures of you guys holding hands in the mall, restaurant, and kissing in the cinema. You want to see?" He doesn't take out his phone or camera though. What the fuck?! "You were spying on us?!" I glare at him. He had no right to invade my personal time away from the estate. I get up. "All cocky now, aren't you? Let's see what we can do about this. I can send these to your parents. I'm sure that'll be the end of your career and, correct me if I'm wrong, but your mommy and daddy wouldn't be too happy with you. It may even cost you your inheritance." I swallow hard. "However, and here I get to my second reason for being here. I can think of something you can do for me." He unzips his trousers and takes out his hard, ugly, seven-inch, circumcised dick. What the Fuck?!!!! "What are you doing Oom Johan?!" "I figure, if you're so easy with the others, I may as well get in on the action. You obviously have some good skills, I'm yet to discover." He lets go of his dick and comes and stands in front of me. With both of his hands, he grabs a hold of my head and pushes my face towards his groin. It presses hard against my, tightly shut, lips and I attempt to pull away, but he's strong. I can smell he hasn't showered since this morning and it's disgusting. Turning my face away, he forces it back and forcefully grinds his dick into my mouth. Oh, God, help me!!! "Open your mouth, if you know what's good for you!" This can't be happening!!! Fear of what this man can do to me, if those photos should get out, are first and foremost on my mind and so, I resign myself to his demand and reluctantly open my mouth. He pushes himself right in and the first thing I notice is the salty taste. Then, he shoves himself in even deeper and hits the back of my throat. I gag. "If you puke, I'm gonna fuck you up. You got it?!" He means it. Now, completely inside my mouth, with his balls resting against my chin, he starts fucking my mouth and I do my best not to gag. Difficult as it is. He's got my head completely still, fucking in and out of my mouth, and by now, I'm not resisting anymore, just taking it as it comes. Tears stream down my face. I'm nothing more than his personal fuck hole. As his dick shoves, harder and harder into me, I use the back of my tongue to keep it from penetrating my throat, causing me to gag. Even though, I'm no longer resisting him, he's still holding my head in a vicelike grip and face-fucking me with increasing speed. He moans. "Jy het ? lekker warm mond. Mm. I can see why those boys like you. You know how to please a man." Man, my ass! This seems surreal. Regardless, keeping a fast but steady rhythm, he fucks my face without letting the head of his dick leave my lips. This goes on for longer than I care, but then I feel his balls tighten up against my chin and his thrusts become more erratic. He's going to cum in my mouth! Oh, fuck no!!! I try and tell him that he mustn't, but my muffled words vibrate against his dick and he shoves it in, even faster and harder. Trying to pull away again, his hold strengthens and with one final thrust, he grunts aloud and starts cumming. Holding my head perfectly still, with his dick practically down my throat, he shoots endless spurts of his vile fluid into my mouth. My entire mouth fills with his hot, salty cum and my stomach wretches to vomit. "Swallow!" I try and hold it in my mouth to spit it out later. The urge to puke is critical. "I'm not letting you go until you've swallowed!" He barks at me. Risking throwing up on him, which will probably make matters worse for me, I swallow. Good Lord, that's awful! "Good boy." He retracts his fast softening dick and taps me on the nose with it. "I think we have a good arrangement here. You're an excellent cock-sucker and I'll be back again for some more, sometime soon. Unless you want to me to share those photos on Facebook and send them to your parents, of course? Then everyone will know you're a moffie." I shake my head. "Please don't." "Good. I'm glad we have an understanding. Now clean up. I'll see you soon enough." He puts his dick back in his pants and zips up. He leaves my room and I remain seated on the bed until I feel sure he's gone. Jumping up, I run to the toilet, shove my finger down my throat and throw up. I have to do it twice more, before I succeed in getting rid of every ounce of his fluid from my body. Afterwards, I rinse my mouth with mouthwash and brush my teeth and tongue, for good measure. I get into bed and, lying on my side, stare at the wall next to me, softly crying. *** I awake the next morning with a splitting headache and a crick in my neck. Remembering the night before, unbelievable as it was, I know it wasn't a dream. More so, a nightmare. But, life must go on. There's no way I can think of how to prevent it from happening again. He's going to do that and had made sure I got the message loud and clear. The best I can do is avoid him as much as possible and maybe, upon maybe, he'll change his mind? Deep down, though, I know it's wishful thinking on my part. There's nothing I can do unless I let him act on his threat, which will destroy everything I've worked so hard for. Never-mind, the fact that my parents will kick me to the curb and what will I do then? Elize can't be expected to take me in. I feel trapped. *** Trying to avoid him the entire morning, I end up, after lunch, walking through the vineyard, checking that everything's ok. There's no one except me here. That's until I see Johan come marching up the ground road. Surely, he won't try anything in broad daylight? But ... I'm wrong again. As he comes closer to me, he answers my question by unzipping himself and grabbing hold of his dick, yanking it out of his underpants and shoving it towards me. "Suck!" he insists. I kneel down in front of him and grab his dick with my one hand. "No hands!" My trembling hand lets go of it and I engulf the helmet and start sucking him. The rough texture of the head slides against my tongue. He removes my baseball cap and throws it to one side, grabbing my hair and forcing himself further into my mouth. I nearly choke on him, but manage to control myself and get some sort of breathing going. My eyes well up gain from the violation. Thankfully, his dick tastes cleaner and I can smell a hint of cheap soap and musk, as he groans and fucks my face. He's holding my head very still, with my hair scrunched up in-between his fingers. He's making it difficult for me to breathe but he doesn't give a shit. Face-fucking me until he cums, he finishes his load into my mouth, waiting for me to swallow, and then takes it out. He puts it back in his trousers, zips up and tidies his clothes, before walking off, yelling back at me. "Thanks." When he's out of earshot, I don't need to help myself puke, this time, and naturally throw up onto the ground in front of me. I get up on my feet and notice my jeans are soiled by the brown soil they've been resting on. Shit! I must remember to carry mouthwash with me at all times. The taste of him in my mouth is metallic and even though I have nothing left to vomit out, the urge lingers. Rushing back to my room to rinse my mouth and brush my teeth, I tell myself that there's no point in crying about it. I'll just have to take it until I can find a way to get away from him. I know I can't tell James. Fuck no! He can't do anything about it, in any case, and will be leaving soon. What will he think of me if he found out? It's too horrific to even contemplate.?