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The scent of my cologne came to me, faint. Was it him or me that I was smelling?
I wasn’t the kind of man who normally admitted to himself that he was scared. Fear was an unproductive emotion. Anger was much more useful. It propelled me forward rather than kept me frozen. I tried to push through the fear to anger, but I crept through the shadows, quivering like a stalked rabbit.
Something caught at the back of my sleeve, and I picked up the pace again, realizing I had slowed. Another twig? A laugh sounded behind me.
Shit. Maybe I needed to get out of the woods and back into a more public area. I fought my way through long grass that tangled around my feet and up an embankment to gravel.
A hand wrapped around my ankle.
I shrieked.
The hand yanked.
I went down, catching myself with my hands before I hit my head on the path, scraping my palms as my nightmare dragged me backward.
We struggled. I tried to fend him off, but he overpowered me, undoing my pants, tugging them down despite my every effort to keep them up. His thigh rubbed against my still half-hard cock as I tried to headbutt him. In a blinding series of moves, he twisted my arm and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pushed my arm up high behind my back, making me swear and squirm, trying to ease the pressure on it. While I was distracted, he yanked my pants lower, baring my ass to the night sky. My dick went completely hard as I whimpered in fear.
“Fight me all you want, pretty.” He grunted. “You have a hard cock for a boy who doesn’t want this.”
I tried to headbutt him again, but he must have been expecting it because his head wasn’t where I thought it would be. He spat, and his slick hand pushed between my ass cheeks. Fingers quested and found my asshole.
“Fuck you, Leduc!”
“No, I’ll be the one fucking you.” One of his slick fingers pushed against my hole. I tried to clench, to keep him out, but he was determined and forced his way in one knuckle at a time. I buried my face in the patch of grass he’d dragged me to, gasping into it, desperately trying not to sound like it felt good.
It was disconcerting, shocking. The odd sensation had been on my mind more often than I was comfortable admitting to myself since the last time it’d happened, but my memory of it paled in comparison to the real thing. He spat again, wiggling his finger around until he could work a second one inside me.
I sobbed, grass tickling my lips, touching my tongue. The smell of dirt was strong in my nose.
“See? It’s easier when you don’t fight. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you go when I’m finished.” His voice was like a drug, subduing me, and yet it waskerosene thrown on a bonfire. My bare cock throbbed against the ground, ignored, weeping its distress.
If I cooperated, would he really let me go?
Maybe telling me he might kill me was a bad joke. He was pretty fucking weird.
Impatiently, he pushed my shoes off my heels with his foot, then stripped my pants off the rest of the way, leaving them bunched around one ankle. I had a surreal moment of wondering what my dry cleaner would say about all the grass stains, but then my mind snapped back to the present as his cock pressed against me.
“There’s a good boy. That’s right. Let me into this tight little ass.”
I tried to squirm out from under him, but he caught me by the tie and used it to stop my forward progress. The strip of silk choked me as he wrapped it around his fist. He gave it a tug, like a leash, and I found myself edging back toward him, trying to loosen the pressure on my throat. It also meant pushing back against the head of his cock, as though I was eager to feel him inside me.
His cock penetrated me, forcing my asshole impossibly, appallingly wide. He pulled out, only to spit again and retake the space he’d already claimed for himself. Once the thick head was in, he worked himself into my body with a series of impatient jerks, fucking me into the ground. My protest was strained and high pitched, and his huge cock punished my ass. Around my throat, my tie went taut again, and I had no choice but to take the man’s massive dick or try to crawl away, and choke myself in the process.
My cock was slick between my stomach and the grass, and he was hard against my back, all muscle and hot groans in my ear, his sharp teeth nipping at my skin.
I struggled, and he whispered words in French I didn’t understand. My eyes leaked with tears I didn’t mean to shed, each thrust rattling my clenched teeth, as I gasped for breath and my head swam and stars sparked the darkness. I clawed at my tie, managing to get my fingers underneath it.
“You squeeze my cock so tight when you’re fighting to breathe,” he growled in my ear. “Such a greedy little hole. I’m only going to give you one load though. I have to save the rest to put a baby in your wife.”
Fucking bastard.
I fought harder, more motivated by his threat of impregnating my wife than I was of him potentially killing me with my own necktie. He held on, wrestling me down, pinning me with his body, his dick plunged as deep as he could go, holding there.
I wriggled beneath him, swearing bitterly as I fought the lust, anger, and fear that combined into something hot and ugly. Each breath was a struggle as I gasped against the noose-like grip of my tie. My ass hurt, but the pain had shifted into a cramping, torturous pleasure. I shuddered, trying to ignore the throb of my cock, and the feeling that I was going to lose control and come even though I was determined not to give him the satisfaction.
I wasn’t arching my ass up to meet his thrusts…no…I had to angle my hips so it was less uncomfortable. He was a crushing weight on my back. My head swam with a lack of oxygen.
Why did it have to feel so…
