Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2019 16:22:02 +0100 From: David Roslyn Subject: The Truth by David Roslyn (category: Beginnings) - Chapter 8 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 in one chapter to come, there will be a sexually 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! Please keep this wonderful platform alive - donate to Nifty! CHAPTER EIGHT William Morgan At the club, Mason listens to Belinda plead my case and rubs his chin before agreeing to it. "Um. Ok. But no funky business with the guys, hey? This isn't a gay club, and I don't want you or anything to change its reputation." I nod in agreement. "You can man the door and collect the takings tonight. Belinda will organize your wages at the end of your shift." "Come, let me show you how it works." Belinda hooks her arm into mine and drags me towards the entrance of the club. I get the hang of it fairly quickly. It's just about taking the cash, putting it in the metal strongbox, and stamping a fluorescent symbol on patrons' wrists as proof of payment. They have a different stamp for every night of the week, so people don't come back the next night, claiming that they'd already paid. The door gets busy slowly but surely and eventually the place is pumping. People constantly pass by me on their way in or out, in a continuous stream. I get a few stares. Mainly because of my short hair or eyeliner, I think but besides that no one really takes any notice of me. In fact, I'm loving the invisibility and it takes my mind off everything else. No wonder Ozzie and Belinda like working here. Some of the guys that come in are good-looking, but I keep my focus on the job. The next night, I'm back again and I'm assigned the arduous task of collecting empty bottles and used glasses for the whole night. It isn't as comfortable as sitting at the door, but I try and keep myself inconspicuous and go about my business without disturbing anyone. I'm about to pick up a beer bottle to check if it's empty, when a man grabs my wrist with a vice-like grip. "What the fuck are you doing?" I point to the tray and try to let go of the bottle but he keeps my hand there. I look at him. He must be about seven feet tall and has long dark brown hair, falling in lush waves over his shoulders and onto his chest. He stares at me intensely with his piercing eyes, and I can't help noticing how handsome he is. He has strong cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips and a square jaw. He flicks my hand away as if it's a piece of paper, picks up his beer and downs what's left. Then he hands it to me as he turns back to his friends, not even waiting to see if I'm reaching out to take it. Luckily, I catch the empty bottle and move on. Later that night I need to go take a leak and head for the toilets. There's no privacy because the cubicle doors have been removed. I slip into one of them to take a piss. I don't trust myself at the urinals, because if I happen to end up standing next to a nice-looking guy, I won't be able to hide my `interest' and will most likely get myself beaten up and fired. Again. It's been a while since I've had sex. I sigh, shake the last few drops of piss from my dick and zip up. As I turn to leave, the tall, dark, and handsome Metalhead from earlier is leaning against the washroom wall, staring at me. I swallow nervously. He suddenly moves towards me and pushes me back into the cubicle, powerfully going in for a kiss. The kiss is rough and he bruises my lips. His abrasive stubble scratches my mouth and chin. I try and push him away but he doesn't budge. Fuck, he's strong. Just as suddenly and unexpectedly, he lets me go. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and walks off. I am left standing there trying to catch my breath... Fuck. I rush off to find Belinda and tell her what happened. She tells me not to worry about it and that she'll inform Mason. The last thing I want is to get fired for something I never even asked for. When I bump into her later, she confirms that Mason will keep an eye on the dude and that he says I should just try and stay clear of the guy. Ozzie also keeps an eye out for me from his spot at the bar, and the rest of the night goes well. It's time to go home and I walk towards my car. Before I have a chance to open my door, that same vice-like grip wraps around my arm, swinging me around. "Where do you think you're going?" My heart jumps as the tall, dark man is staring menacingly at me. "Don't even think about screaming. I'll punch your lights out if you do." My heart is pounding. "What do you want?" "You, impaled on my dick, boy. Take me to your place. Now!" Boy? He can't be six or seven years older than me. I try and think of what to do but he lets go of my arm and walks over to the passenger side. I contemplate jumping in and speeding off, but he's already making himself comfortable in the seat. He's so tall he has to move the seat as far back as it will go, just to fit in. I consider running back to the club but he'll probably catch up to me before I can get there. I don't want to get him angry. My gut clenches as I get in the car. I struggle to start the car. My hands are shaking too much. "Calm down, boy! We aren't going anywhere if you can't get yourself under control." I whimper and tears well up. He grabs my chin and turns my face towards him. "You crying? Why?" I have no idea what to say and then his expression changes. He looks at me with a kindness I haven't seen before... "Am I scaring you? I didn't mean to do that. Yes... I want to fuck you senseless, but I'm just being what you need, not what you want." Huh?? I breathe in deeply and look at him. The realization hits me. He's acting out a fantasy! "How do you know what I need?" "It's obvious that you're begging for someone to take you and take you hard. Then you can get over yourself and maybe get over what's been making you try and disappear all this time I've been watching you." How perceptive. "All right." I wipe my eyes and start the car. We head home. We don't speak and it feels like ages before we get there. I dump my jacket and keys on the couch and switch on all the lights. He stands there...watching me eagerly. Suddenly he rushes at me and grabs my ass. He lifts me up and I straddle his hips instinctively. His erection drills into my groin. Fuck, he feels huge! My mouth is on fire from both the intensity of his kiss and his stubble scratching my skin. He forces his tongue inside me, as if he's trying to consume me with his mouth. Pushing me back against the wall, using it as support, he shoves his hands into the back of my jeans and spreads my cheeks. Digging around with one of his fingers, he searches for my hole and I clench my ass cheeks against his finger from both sides. His other hand joins in and he pushes both his index fingers against my pucker and forces them into me. "Aargh!!" I scream. "You like that, boy?!" "It hurts." He shoves his finger deeper. "I know, but you like it rough, don't you?!" I think about that statement for a second. "Yes," I whimper, still feeling unsure. "Louder!" "Yes!" With that he grips my ass tighter and carries me to the room. He shoves me onto the chest of drawers and all my picture frames go flying off. In a few swift moves, he tears my T-shirt right off me from right beneath my check overshirt and deftly undoes my belt buckle. Then he grabs my jeans and yanks them down hard. They burn my skin as they go down and he roughly pulls them off over my Doc Martins, splitting the seams in the process. I'm sitting here wearing only an open check shirt and a pair of boots. My rock-hard dick points at his stomach. He unfastens his belt, unbuttons his jeans then pulls out his dick. Oh, hell no! It must be at least eleven or more inches long and it's menacingly hard. The purplish head glares at me. He pulls me forward and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips again. After spitting on his hand, he shoves his fingers into me. At the same time, he bites my nipples and gives me ferocious kisses. I feel him all over the place at once, rediscovering my hole with his fingers and then sliding them up into me as far as their length will allow. I scream. "Nice! Boy!! You like this, don't you, boy?!" I just nod profusely. He takes his hand off my ass, spits on it some more and rubs it all over his dick head. This is followed by him working up some more saliva and he spits that directly onto his dick. I want to tell him I have lube but he'll probably just ignore me. Lifting my ass up again, he positions me above his dick. At first, he lowers me slowly, just to make sure the tip finds my entrance and then, when it does, he impales me... Burning pain sears my hole. "Oh God No! That hurts too much! Please slow down!" But he's already halfway up me, his monster-dick skewering me. "Oh shit!" He is immensely strong... lifting me up and then lowering me down farther. Up again and even farther down, until I'm truly engorged by his dick. My insides are on fire and the pain is excruciating. "No! No! No! Please stop. I can't do this! Please stop!" "Where's your lube?!" he growls. "In my bedside table." Still in that same position, he carries me over to the bedside table and with his one hand holding me up, he quickly opens the drawer and gets the lubricant out. I hang on to his neck while he flicks the bottle open and squirts nearly all of it out on his dick. I'm sure some probably ended up on the floor. He lifts me up again and lowers me onto him with powerful certainty. It still hurts, but a different kind of pleasure engulfs me. Not from my ass being violated, but from the knowledge that I have this javelin fucking me like I've never been fucked before. I moan from pain and pleasure and ignore the tears running down my face. He's grunting with abandon as he fucks me hard. After a while, he strides to the bed with me still impaled on him. He pulls out suddenly and a stab of pain hits me. "Take off your boots and shirt!" I comply and watch him undress and jump onto the bed. He sits in a kneeling position, the back of his feet digging into his butt. His impatient glare strikes me like a blow. My hands glide over his hairless, lean chest. I trace the tribal tattoo wrapped around his muscular bicep then side my hand down his stomach and along his happy trail to his now ever-menacing dick. "Come here!" he commands me. I climb onto the bed, and he seizes me firmly and kisses me again. He's not a good kisser, but his kisses are complex and involved, commanding my total submission. He pulls me into him and makes me straddle his hips. My hole is just above his dick and he lets go of me. I battle to stay upright as he gets ready to take me. He quickly grips the top of my hips, above my thighs, and pushes me on him. "Oh, motherfucking hell!" The pain is intense again and he pushes me backwards. His throbbing dick hits my prostate. "Yes! Oh god! Yes! So good!" And that's his cue to really go for it. He fucks me right there in that sitting position and I believe I have either gone to heaven or I am most likely dying. Leaning backwards, my heart races and my ears are ringing. My head wants to explode and I struggle to get enough air into my lungs. His aggressive grunting and constant exclamations of "You like it, boy?" are enough to drive me absolutely fucking nuts! Grabbing my own dick, I start whacking off like I'm trying to rip it off its base. I realize this isn't going to get me there, so I try and concentrate more on the top part near the tip. By now our breathing is heavy and labored, and I'm about to lose consciousness when I shoot my cum straight up in the air and it falls back onto my dick and balls. I fist pump myself for as long as I can. "FUCK, boy!" he lets out this brutal scream and shoots his load into me. He stabs me a few more times and ruptures some more cum into me. The warmth and tingles course through me. I wince with pleasure. He pushes me off him, and I land on my back on the bed. Moving forward towards me, he collapses onto me and crushes me into the mattress with his weight. I shift a little to get some air and we lie together, breathing heavily, until he climbs off me to go shower. He calls me to join him, and I end up blowing him beneath the steaming water. It's the most difficult blow job I've given in my life, because of the utter enormity of his dick! We eventually get to bed. In the morning I can barely walk, but I manage to drive him back to the club. Once there, he gets on his motorcycle and speeds off. --- Stephen Jordan I hear sounds around me. It's loud music and someone laughing and moaning but I can't immediately make out any specific words or sentences... My wrists and ankles are burning and I can't move them. I slowly become aware that I'm completely naked and in great panic. It's difficult to discern any shapes but then I give myself time to focus and everything slowly becomes clearer. I must be dreaming again. There are groups of naked men all around me, their bodies intertwined, drinking and smoking. I'm tied to two poles in the center of what seems to be a kind of nightclub. I look down and there is my penis, hanging flaccidly in all its glory. This is beyond my worst nightmare. "Look Sebastian, our dinner's awake!" My blood freezes. It's HIM! He's sitting next to a blonde guy who's stroking his boner and smoking a joint. "He's yummy! Look at those eyes, G!" "I know! Didn't I tell you?!" Other guys in the club direct appreciative comments and wolf-whistles at me. I guess there are around thirty men or more, all different ages. "Come, lads! Prince Charming is awake and its snack time!" There is a bedeviled sneer in his voice, and I shiver in fear and disgust. What the hell is going on here?! With that, he, G, gets up and walks towards me. I try to fight against my restraints, and he just laughs. As I struggle against the ropes, they chafe my skin. What am I going to do for heaven's sake? Tears form in the corners of my eyes. I'm really, really scared now. "Let me go! You can't hold me against my will! This is illegal!" "Oh, come on! Don't be such a baby. We'll let you go...but only after we've finished feasting on that delicious body of yours. Especially that enormous cock!" Damn! All of a sudden, I'm as hard as a rock. I try desperately to think of something sad to get it to go down. They mustn't get the wrong idea about me. But, it's not working. Two guys are going at it in the corner, an older guy pummeling a younger one on all fours with a short, fat boner. I close my eyes but the image of him gripping the young guy's long hair while pounding him is too hot to ignore. In a flash, G's mouth devours my boner in one hungry gulp and his tongue goes to work. This is so wrong but it feels so good. G knows what he is doing, and he sucks as if he wants to milk every bit of seed out of me that I can muster. "Please...don't?" I beg. Ignoring me, he sucks a bit longer and then releases my boner. He gently nips at my foreskin before pushing it back, with his lips tightly wrapped round the head. He engulfs me again, forcing my foreskin back down my shaft as he sinks his mouth down on me. Two hands grab my ass-cheeks, pulling them apart. "No!" This seriously can't be happening! I struggle harder to get loose, but to no avail. They completely ignore me. The guy behind me shoves his tongue into my crack and starts licking my ass!?!? He has a strong, broad, and rough tongue. Oh man, that feels good...I have never felt anything like that before in my life...but I can't allow myself to succumb to this. It's an unspeakable sin. God? Why is this happening to me?! With G sucking me off and another guy licking my butt, I'm in heaven! And in hell. Someone comes from the side and shoves a tiny open bottle of liquid under my nose. "Sniff it. It will make you feel good," he whispers in my ear. I turn my head to the opposite side, and he grips my jaw and turns my face towards him. He's probably in his thirties and is bald. The man has beautiful, gentle eyes and his expression has no malice. "Surely this is what you signed up for, boy?" I shake my head to show him `no.' Suddenly he looks very concerned and steps away. He's looking around, and I presume that he's trying to figure out a way of rescuing me, but realizes that getting me out of there might not be an option. He shrugs his shoulders, resigning himself to what's already happening here and to our limited options. "Trust me. This'll make it feel less traumatic," he softly says to me. I take a sniff and instantly my head warm. All my senses electrify. It's as if every nerve ending in my body is amplified a hundred-fold and in a good way. Even the stinging pain on my wrists and ankles is now strangely pleasant. The heat rushing through my body seems to congregate at my cock and ass, and the enormous pleasure threatens to drive me mad. G's not rushing and I get it, the bastard's savoring every moment. He sees my balls tightening and knows my cock's ready to explode, so he backs off for a bit before I blow my load too soon. This sensation is driving me crazy! Feelings of uncontrollable desire and lust threaten to completely overwhelm me. Instinctively and uncensored, I yell out, "Oh fuck, yes!" G lets go of my cock, comes up close to my face, and looks at me. "I told you you'd love it, cupcake." He grabs my head and kisses my face. His erection digs into my balls. He forces my mouth open with his tongue and presses his lips hard into mine. I taste myself on his breath and I like it. While he's kissing me, someone seems to be lifting him up. He moans inside my mouth. I have no idea what they're doing, but his cock is moving away from my balls and then suddenly poking me in my stomach. His legs are now around my waist. He links his ankles behind my back, our faces still locked in a kiss. Then someone grabs my cock firmly, holding it tight, and something firm presses against the tip. My cock is hard as steel and the person holding it is making very sure it doesn't move at all. The firmness pushing down against my cock starts giving way slowly, until it enters what feels like a tight, moist, and very hot glove. G lets go of my mouth. "Oh yeah...fuck me, cupcake! Yes! You feel so good!" I look down. He is straddling me and it's obvious that he's now impaled on my cock. I am going inside him. Someone behind him, about my age and build, has both his ass-cheeks in their hands and is pushing him slowly down onto my cock. Another guy, on his haunches below, is the one keeping my cock in place, and G has thrown his head back, moaning in ecstasy. I feel myself sink deeper and deeper into him. It feels fucking amazing! Once I'm fully inside him, the guy standing behind G starts lifting him up and dropping him down. I'm really the one being fucked, so to speak. The guy behind me is still licking me greedily and punches his tongue with little jabs into me. I dread to think what he has planned for me down there. He stops and a cold liquid is being squirted on my ass. No! "No! No! Please no!" I don't want to be penetrated. Please don't fuck me! No one bothers to listen to me, and the bald guy tells me to take another deep sniff of that small magic bottle. His eyes are also moist. He feels sorry for me. I give him my best fake smile to show him everything is ok. He relaxes a bit. My mouth gapes open... The heat and pleasure intensifies tenfold and when the guy behind me places something between my ass cheeks, I know it's coming and now I want it! I push back slightly so that I don't disturb G's position on my dick. The throbbing knob behind me pushes slowly into me. Blinding pain burns my ass, like it's tearing me, but is somehow numbed by this magic liquid I've just inhaled again, and I feel myself opening up for him. The guy pushes and pushes and must've entered me completely, because he starts sliding out again. He pushes back in and pulls out, repeating those thrusts, increasing his pace. I push towards him when he thrusts in, meeting him with force. "What a nice virgin ass, G. You did well, man!" the guy behind me yells. He carries on pounding into me while G rides me in front. He strokes his cock vigorously. The stranger behind me picks up more speed and fucks me mercilessly. "Oh yes!" I hear myself call out. The rest is a mix of sniffing and being fucked in front and behind. I'm suddenly very grateful for this bondage, as my body is being rocked in powerful rhythm between these three men, my orgasm is brewing. I'm completely at their mercy and it feels amazing... "I think I'm going to cum!!!" I cry out unable to control myself. The guy in front of me slams G down on me faster and harder, and the guy behind me fucks me like a wild animal! Suddenly. "Aaaaaaaagrhhh!" I cum... Shooting bullet after bullet of white seed deep into G while my ass throbs and contracts around contestant number three's cock up my ass. He cries out next. "Oh fuck, man, you're so tight! So tight!!" Then he shoots into me. "Shit, cupcake! I'm cumming!" G yells. G shoots his load all over my chest and some of it hits the bottom of my chin. I can't believe the joy of having cum in G's ass and this guy pumping every last bit of his seed into me. The warm liquid sprays my insides and when he pulls out after his umpteenth thrust, it runs down my balls and drips onto the floor. G gets lifted off me and kisses me. "Ok. Break time." What? This isn't over? I drop my head forward, trying to catch my breath. My orgasm still resonates in parts of my body and the magic liquid makes it linger a bit longer. The bald guy disappears and returns with a bowl of water, soap, and a washcloth. He begins to clean my entire body. What have I done?!