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Writer: Dale10
Subject: BOOK SELLER 2
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Story Codes: Erotic Horror, NC, Rape, Violence, Torture, Humiliation
Synopsis: Our Hero visits the Bookseller’s home for a second lesson
Bookseller 2
I don’t like to be stood up for a date. Even a non-consensual one. So when Todd didn’t show up at Barnes and Noble the next evening, of course, I was seriously pissed off. This young married puppy would need to be taught a lesson. So I went over to his apartment. I wasn’t sure if he remembered or not that I had seen his address when I lifted his wallet amid the bookshelves of the store, but I have a kind of photographic memory and finding his place wasn’t difficult.
To say they were struggling to make ends meet would be putting it gently. The apartment building was a dump in the middle of a dangerous and dirty urban area. Indeed, Todd and his lovely new bride were students barely able to survive. It wasn’t difficult to get up to the door to his apartment; these kinds of buildings didn’t have security guards, just three black teenagers on the stoop who asked me for money.
Three hunky black teens don’t intimidate me, so I told them I would give them a dollar each if they would suck my ass. For about five seconds, it looked like we might tangle, but the gleam in my eye warned them off, and like humiliated animals, they sulked and hulked across the street. On a different night, I might have taken one of them home with me.
Anyway, even before I got to Todd’s door, my dick was jumping in my pants. I knew the little fucker wouldn’t answer the bell, so I didn’t bother with it. One of the nifty generic lock picks I carry did the trick on the stupid, outdated lock, and I was inside the apartment in no time.
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The dumpy living room was quiet. A small television stood on an old table, and a picture of some cunt rested on it. Probably the blushing teenage bride. I studied it and decided I would throw a fuck or two into her as well. Then I heard the bed squeak, so I made my way to the room at the rear.
Todd was lying in bed with a pair of boxer shorts over his cute ass. Otherwise, he was naked. I wanted him naked. He had one smooth, pale arm over his eyes. His black rimmed glasses lay on the end table with a can of Coke and a box of rubbers. There was also a telephone.
“Hello, Todd,” I said quietly.
The arm flung itself back, and the head came up. The eyes opened wide in horror.
“You!” he half-whispered, then he rolled over and reached for the telephone.
I was on him in a second. I slapped the phone out of his hand and ripped it from the wall. Then I flipped him back onto his back and straddled him.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” he said over and over, a bit of spittle foam catching in the corner of his cute mouth, “You didn’t show up for our date. That was very bad of you.”
“I, Oh God, I couldn’t let you hurt me badly, I can hardly walk. I, oh, my god.”
The punk was getting repetitive.
“Where’s the cunt?”
“I, she’s coming back any minute with friends, she, ”
I backhanded him, sending his face slapping into the pillow. Then I reached down and shoved three fingers into his soft, full mouth, stretching it like a virgin cunt. Then I lifted up his whole head with my fingers in his mouth.
“Don’t fucking lie to me. Where is the cunt?”
I pulled my fingers from between his lips.
He coughed.
“She’s in class,” he said at last.
I reached down and began to twist his nipples like dials on a radio. He winced and moaned. “What time does the slop-bucket get home? He was chewing his lower lip, gulping and snorting like a pony. I liked the way he squinted to see me.
“She, she gets home about ten-thirty. Please, please don’t do anything to her. Hurt me, but please don’t hurt her. Please. She’s a sensitive girl. She’s …”
“If you are a good boy and do everything I say, I promise I won’t hurt her. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just wanna have fun. Now you were a bad boy and needed to be punished for breaking our date, don’t you?”
“Please, sir. I couldn’t. You hurt me badly. I told Sally I fell down some stairs. My ass is hurt really bad.”
“You stood me up and need to be punished, that is all there is to that. Now get out of bed, take off your underpants and go fetch a candle and some matches from the living room. And don’t try to leave the apartment. That would be stupid.”
I rolled off him and started to undo my boots. He climbed stiffly from the bed. I could see he was in enormous pain from the fucking I had given him. Getting your cherry broken, that roughly can wreck you for a while. I liked how small and compact he was. Like a little boy-man. I liked the smooth pale body, nicely proportioned but not overly muscular. A bookworm. An intellect. I liked how his hair hung over one eye. I loved how scared he was.
“Now take off your underpants, Todd.”
Todd took off his underpants. He trembled and whimpered while he did it, and it was a supremely erotic moment. Then he stood bare assed naked in front of me.
“Now go and get a candle and some matches, Todd.”
I peeled off my jeans, so I was naked from the waist down. My big dick was dripping already, a sight Todd did not miss.
“What are you going to do?”
“I already told you I have to punish you for disobeying me. When you obey me, I will be nice to you, like a boyfriend. When you disobey me, I have to punish you. I am going to burn your balls.”
“Ohhh God noo please.”
The cute little intellect crumpled onto the old carpet and curled up into a sobbing ball. I lay on the bed and played with my cockhead, spreading the pre-cum all over it, rubbing the big swollen piss-lips on my fuck-slab, watching the naked young married man on the floor cry.
“Todd, I think you should know something. The longer you take to fetch the candle, the worse your punishment will be. It’s already bad enough, so you better move your cute little recently fucked ass.”
He crawled to his feet. He looked at me with red-rimmed eyes.
“Why me? Why are you doing this to me? There are a lot of better-looking guys for you to pick on.”
I laughed.
“You can say that again, you are a pussy- whipped wimp. A spoiled little mommaís boy who probably can’t even get it up for his new bride. She’s probably getting fucked right now by some Latino janitor on campus to satisfy her cunt’s need for a huge slab of forcemeat.”
“Sally and I love each other. We don’t have much except each other. Please don’t do this to us, to me. We are trying so hard to make our life together work.”
“Time she is a wasting, and every minute your punishment gets more severe. So you better get that candle and matches pronto, my little pussy-boy.”
He swallowed and wiped his nose with the back of his arm, and turned to go into the other room.
“Wait. When you walk, wiggle your ass like a two-bit whore. Shake that ass when you walk.”
It was a scream watching a young straight college boy trying to shake his ass-cheeks while walking. I had to laugh, and my prick gave a jerk. He came back with a candle and matches.
“Good, now sit in that armchair with your legs spread nice and wide over the arms. Scoot your ass forward so your balls hang down.”
He did as he was told, looking cute enough to eat.
“Please don’t hurt me anymore,” he babbled again.
“Oh shut the fuck up. I am getting tired of the same old record. This is for your good, to teach you to obey me without question. Do you think I wanna do this? I wanted to have a nice fuck-date with you tonight.”
“But I’m not gay. I told you. I’m not gay. Please,”
I had to slap him then. What the fuck did his being gay or not have to do with the fact that I wanted to fuck his cute little ass? For an intellectual bookworm, he was really stupid in some areas.
I lit the candle.
“Now I am going to burn the bottom of your ball bag. You keep your legs spread wide, you hear? You need to learn to always sit with your legs spread this wide. So you are always available and always on display,” I picked up one of my socks. “Here, chew on this, because this is going to hurt badly, and I don’t want you to bite your tongue off.”
He was making a steady whining sound like a kettle boiling, and sweat poured down his cute pale body. I took a look at his young asshole. The lips of his boy-cunt were all puffy and red from our previous evening’s fuck.
I put one hand on his strong, smooth thigh.
“Now listen to me, Todd. Every time the thought of disobeying me even crosses your mind, I want you to remember the pain you are now going to feel. It will help you control your recalcitrant emotions.”
I raised the candle and saw the flame lick at his scrotum hair. The wiry hair crackled and snapped and burned. Then the flame teased the soft velvet sack skin itself. I kept moving the candle so no one area of the ball bag would get burned too severely. I saw Todd’s toes curl and the muscles and tendons in his legs bulge. He bucked and threw his hips in the air and screamed bloody murder into my sweat sock. I pulled the candle away, and he slumped into the chair.
“All of this could have been avoided if you had just made our date tonight. I was looking forward to it all day. You hurt my feelings. Now here comes the flame again. No, no. Keep your legs spread as wide as you can.”
He yanked his head from side to side in agony and then threw it back. I watched his slender neck strain. I saw him chewing the sock and noticed his eyes rolling up in his head. While his prick was only average and now wrinkled to almost nothing with fear, he had nice, big balls with lots of sack area for me to work on.
I allowed him to relax and rest. His red-rimmed eyes stared at me pathetically. He sucked and chewed on the sock. His body trembled.
“From now on, will you obey me always? Do everything I tell you to?” he nodded emphatically, “Good. We don’t want to have to go through anything like this again, now do we?”
He shook his head. I reached up and played with the cute toes of one foot.
‘You’re going to be a good little girlfriend from now on, aren’t you?”
Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks, but he nodded.
“Good, then I am going to give you a second chance. I am going into the kitchen to scrounge up something to drink. I want you to take a nice, long shower. Clean all of this fear sweat off your body. Be careful washing your balls, though. They will be blistered for about a week. But no permanent damage has been done. Also, make sure to wash your pussy good.
“I know it is still tender from last night, but clean it out good for me. Then I want you to put on your wife’s sexiest short nightie, something sheer and erotic. And your glasses too. You are cute with your glasses. And put on a pair of her high heels too. I know they won’t exactly fit, but so what? Then come into the other room and get me. And do try to smile for me.”
I was sipping the bottle of special wedding champagne they had gotten as a gift from someone special when he teetered out on his wifeís high heels, looking younger and fresher than springtime and humiliated as hell. I had stripped bare assed, having slipped off my tee shirt and jacket and was pinching my nipples and squeezing the pre-slop from my dick.
I had their wedding picture out of the frame and on the floor in front of me so my cock-snot dripped all over it. These kinds of tactics are necessary if you want to psychologically break someone. Todd’s prick and burned balls hung out from the bottom of the short night gown.
His cunt must be a petite twat, even smaller than he.
“You look really beautiful, Todd. I mean that in all sincerity. Pretty. Do you think Sally, your new bride, would find my big dick attractive, Todd?”
“She’s not like that,” he said defiantly and looking stupid in that getup.
“Not like what? She doesnít like dicks? or she doesnít think about other guys dicks? Oh, you’d be surprised what goes on in a cunt’s mind, Todd. I mean, I’m sure she loves you, and so she puts up with your peanut prick. But don’t tell me she doesn’t cunt drool over the big slabs of meat on some of those sports stars. She probably dreams about Michael Jordan fucking her brains out.”
I walked over to him.
“Kiss me, Todd, a nice, sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.”
He shook a bit and whimpered, but complied, too terrified to ever disobey again. It was a good kiss, too. He was a very good kisser. His mouth was full and wet and sweet. I kissed him for about five minutes, rubbing my hands all over his ass cheeks. When I approached the ass crack, he winced and stiffened. I licked his face all over.
“You are going to be the sweetest little pussy ever put on display in a gay bar, Todd.”
The thought of that freaked him out, and he started crying again. I diverted his attention. “Take my big wet dick in your hand and masturbate me.”
His breathing was so labored I thought he would black out. His hand was soon sloppy with my sex slime. I kissed his small, cute nose.
“Let’s go into the bedroom, darling, and fuck.”
He almost collapsed in my arms. I had to hold him up, press him against my naked body.
“Noooooo please, you can’t, I’m all ripped up back there, I’m all raw, please, you said last night you wanted me to suck you. Please let me suck you instead. I promise I’ll suck you real good. Please, let me suck your dick instead.”
I took his face in my hands.
“Are you so anxious to suck me, my darling? So thirsty for my big dripping cock? Don’t worry, you’ll have lots of opportunities to choke on my fuck-meat and swallow my sperm, but not tonight. Tonight just have to have my meat in your soft little pussy once again. I thought about your tight cunt all day today.”
He wasn’t even making words anymore, just hysterically gibberish. I picked him up in my arms and carried him like a bride into the bedroom and deposited him on the bed. His head twisted around like he was looking for somewhere, anywhere to crawl. But there was no place to go. I got on the bed next to him.
“This time I want you on your back with your legs in the air like a cheap whore.”
His waist was very slender, and his stomach very hard, and I played with him for a few seconds. Then I hoisted his leg up onto my shoulders.
“Now pull your knees back to your chest so your cunt is open for my prick.”
“I don’t wanna be queer … I don’t wanna be queer …” he sobbed over and over.
“Don’t worry, this will be our little secret.”
I rubbed my wet dickhead over his puckered pussy, and he jerked with pain. This was going to be fun.
“Please, please, use a rubber on the end table.”
I leaned over him and let some spit drool down onto his pretty face.
“Are you suggesting that I am diseased?”
I took his face in one hand and squeezed.
“Just, just to be safe, please, please …”
But my dickhead was already in his ass, and I do think he did black out just for a second from the pain. After that, it was a deep, hard fuck with sobbing until his throat was hoarse and he could cry no more tears. I fucked him for twenty minutes. Each time it seemed like I might cum, I rested with my prick up his cunt, and chewed on his nipples until they were swollen, all puffy and raw.
Snot ran from his nose to his mouth, and a small trickle of blood escaped from his fucked cum-dump onto the bed sheet. Then I bent his legs way back up over his head, so I could rise over his bent body and fuck him deeply, right into the guts. He couldn’t make much in the way of sound anymore, but I think he croaked something about me tearing up his insides, his intestines. I blew one hell of a load, one fucking geyser of a spray of fuck-slop up his battered boy-cunt.
While I was getting dressed, he lay unmoving on the bed, cum and blood running from his pussy.
“W-what am I gonna say to Sally about the mess?” he whispered at one point, his thoughts more controlled by shock than practicality.
“I don’t know, tell her you had a wild party. Or tell her the truth. You know, I was gonna meet you at the bookstore tomorrow night to teach you how to suck cock, but I don’t think you are going to be sufficiently recovered to work tomorrow, so you just call in sick one more day. And I’ll come over here tomorrow night about seven.
“I assume your wife has a class or is working; if not, get rid of her or ask her to say, I don’t care. And one more thing. When I walk in the door, I want to see you wearing your wife’s wedding dress and veil.”
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO