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PART 2

I slowly felt my mind come to consciousness, rattled by the experiences I’d just had. My mind started to race, recalling everything that had happened, when I felt my pillow beneath my face and something tied around my eyes, wrists, and ankles. I fought against them, trying to break free when suddenly a weight jumped on top of me, holding me down.

“Good morning, sunshine. You were out just long enough for me to readjust your body the way I want. I hope you’re not too comfortable down there, because we are only just starting.” The familiar voice struck fear in me, and I tried to fight the restraints even more, as I did I felt a hard slap against the side of my torso as his hand landed against my skin. “Stop fighting, faggot. This is going to happen,” He barked as he slid himself down.

I could feel his naked body. His cock dragged along my spine as he slid his body down beyond my ass. He sat on my thighs as I felt something wet slide in between my cheeks and start to tease around my hole.

“I debated on using your cum as lube to fuck you, but I decided I’d let it be used to open you up. Stop fighting, I’m going to get exactly what I want. Do you understand?” He kept his fingers teasing my hole as he spoke.

His rough hands were teasing my hole, slowly pressing against it as I felt the slickness of my own cum being used. All of a sudden, I felt a finger slip into my hole. Sure, I was used to my butt plugs, but this was a different sensation. It hurt, and pain shot through my body at the sudden and unwanted intrusion. The invader kept finger fucking me, eventually working up to two fingers. As he got his second finger in me, he started turning his fingers in different directions, and he’d occasionally press what I’d assumed was my prostate. Causing me to moan into the pillows beneath me as he did.

I just recently came, and was still dealing with not being horny anyway, but with this stranger assaulting my throat and now my hole, I was even more ready for this man to be done. I didn’t want to get fingered right now, much less fucked.

He kept finger fucking me, until he could get three fingers into my hole. Suddenly, he pulled them all out and without warning, I felt his beard against my cheeks as his tongue started teasing and fucking my hole for a few seconds before he went back to his fingers.

“Are you ready for this, boy? I hope so, but I don’t really care, because I am.” The stranger said as he adjusted himself so that his cock head was pressed against my hole.

His cock felt even bigger than I remembered it being when it was in my mouth. I felt him slowly apply a steady pressure before suddenly his head slipped in, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with conflicting signals. This stranger was taking my cherry, he was raping me, I didn’t want this, but I needed his cock all of a sudden. The need started small, but was growing with each passing moment.

“That’s just a few inches. I’ve got a solid 9 inches you’re going to be taking to the hilt before I let you take my load in your hole.” He growled at me. He used his hands to grip my hips, and pulled me up even deeper onto his cock before slamming every pound of his weight into me, burying his cock all the way in one shove.

The pain was incredible, I started thrashing, trying to get the stranger out of me as he wrapped his arms around my chest, and held tightly onto me. Each time I’d try to fight him off, he’d moan in my ear, and I could feel his cock staying buried in my hole, and it kept twitching as it violated me. “Keep fighting me, boy, you only make your hole feel even better. I love how it squeezes in an attempt to get me out.” He snarled in my ear.

I felt him lift his hips, and his cock started to leave my hole, and right before the head pulled out, he stopped, propping himself up on his own hands. Then, he impaled me all the way on it again. He repeated this, each time he impaled me, I could feel myself getting closer to crying at the aggressive fuck I was receiving. As he wrapped his arms around my chest again, pulling himself close to me, I felt his lips start to kiss my neck, causing me to let out an involuntary moan.

“Good boy. I knew you’d start to enjoy it.” He whispered into my ear as he started grinding into me. He stayed like this for a few minutes, occasionally making his cock twitch in my hole, causing my hole to clench down involuntarily. “Maybe if we keep doing this, you’ll be able to milk a load out of me. How’s that sound?”

I didn’t respond. There was nothing I wanted to tell this man other than to let me go, but I knew if I fought I’d only be making this worse for me.

He propped himself up, and pulled out. As he did, I could feel my hole try to keep his cock in me and when he pulled out. I felt his weight leave the bed as he shuffled around for something, I heard some zippers, something sounded like a bottle opening as he straddled my back again. He reached around, closed one of my nostrils, and held something to the open one.

“Inhale. They’re poppers. They’ll make this easier for you, which will make it easier for me. Don’t exhale until I tell you.” He ordered.

I did as he told me to, holding the hit in as I heard him close the bottle and get back in position with his cock at my hole. I heard him hock a loogie onto my hole, and then his hands gripped my throat tightly.

“You can exhale whenever you want, when you can.” He said, before he slammed his cock into my hole right to the hilt, burying himself until his bush was grinding my cheeks again. I couldn’t exhale, of course. His hands keeping too tight of a hold around my throat.

His pace picked up. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me, the sound of his balls slapping my ass echoed in my room, and I desperately tried to exhale. It must have been over a minute, maybe almost 2 since he’d started choking me, and suddenly he slightly released his grip. As soon as he did, I exhaled around half of what I was holding in before he choked me again.

I felt the poppers take effect as blood rushed through my ears, my heart beating in my chest sounded like drums in my ears instead. My hole opened up, and the pain and discomfort of the assault suddenly became something different.

A moan left my lips as he shoved himself all the way into my hole, and my cock started to twitch. When he pulled out next, I let out a whimper, suddenly feeling empty, only for him to slam his cock back into me with his hands still tightly around my throat.

He released my throat, putting his hands onto my hips, and started to jack hammer me harder than he had been my hole opened up even more.

He fucked me violently, aggressively, for what felt like hours. I could feel beads of sweat dropping from him and landing on my back, I cold hear his breathing, I could smell his musk filling my sense of smell. The entire time he fucked me, I moaned, I got covered in goosebumps, I lost myself in the pleasure that the poppers allowed me to feel as long as I could.

The assailant picked up the pace, fucking me harder, deeper, and faster than he had yet as his cock felt like it was getting even thicker.

“FUUUUU—-TAKE MY LOAD YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU CHEAP FUCKING WHORE! LETTING A STRANGER—-FUUUU——FLOOD YOUR CUNT WITH THEIR LOAD” He yelled. I guess he didn’t have reason to care who heard him in my apartment building, since I was the one getting fucked.

As I felt his load fill my guts, shot after shot, my own cock started to spasm, shooting a load into the mattress beneath me, causing my hole to spasm. “Good boy,” he said “Milk every last drop from my cock.” I could almost hear the grin in his voice.

He collapsed on top of me. His sweaty body smothering me. After a few minutes, he got off of me, and I felt his weight leave the bed right as I heard a phone start to ring. It must have been his, since I didn’t recognize the ring tone.

He answered “Hey bro. Long time no talk. What’s up?”

The voice on the other end inaudible

“Well, it’s been a long fucking time. Think it matters if he doesn’t remember me?” He inquired to the silent voice on the other end.

“Alright, I’ll tell him you said you and I talked, you and I came to an agreement. Yeah, yeah….of course…okay, text me his address. Thanks for calling bro.” He said before hanging up.

“Well, fag. I’m going to go run a few errands. I need to go meet someone. I’ll be back in 2 or 3 hours. No need for you to move, I’m keeping you just like that. Your ass is beautiful with my load dripping out of it, by the way.” He said as I heard a distinct noise from his phone letting me know he was taking pictures. “You know, for the spank bank,” he said.

I heard him get dressed & leave my apartment, closing the door behind him. I tried to think of everything I could do to get help. I could yell, or thrash about and hope that someone would hear me. If I fell or somehow took the mattress off the bed frame, I’d fall with it and there’s no telling how we’d land. Within 60 seconds of him leaving, I knew there was no point in putting up a fight.

And then I heard the front door open again. Much sooner than even 30 minutes. Hell, I had no real sense of time, but it seems that it was less than 5 or 10 minutes even.

“Well well well, who do we have here?” The familiar voice said as he entered my room.

“I’m going to untie you, you’re going to stay blindfolded and those cuffs will stay on your ankles and wrists, in case I need to restrain you again. We’re going to be walking to your living room, and we’re going to have a chat.” His voice dripped with cockiness this time. He was true to his word, and he guided me to my living room. I heard him strip down before ordering me to kneel, and he clipped my arms behind my back again, and clipped my ankles together. I could feel his legs on either side of my body as he sat down, his heat radiating and his musk started to take over my senses again.

“I’ve got some news for you. I need you to listen closely and figure out what I am telling you. That phone call you heard was from my estranged brother. I haven’t seen him or my family in decades, and I hadn’t seen his son since he was a toddler. Well, my brother called and told me his son moved to this city recently, and that maybe I could ignore our personal history as brothers and build a relationship with his son, so he wouldn’t’ have to fend for himself. So when I got to my car and entered the address, it said I was already at the apartment complex, and even in the correct apartment.” He told me.

Wait. What the fuck. Was he saying he’s my uncle? That couldn’t be. Could it? My cock started to get hard.

Suddenly, I felt him remove the blindfold from my eyes. As my vision adjusted to the brightness around me, there he was. The stranger I’d been messaging on the apps since I’ve moved here.

“That’s right, boy. Not only did you finally get your cherry taken, but your uncle is the one who fucked you like a cheap whore and bred your hole. Small world, huh?” He grinned at me. I gulped.

“There’s going to be some changes going forward. I don’t care if you agree or not, because you’ll love the adjustments eventually. Go ahead, crawl on in between my legs even closer, bury your face in my crotch, I want you to inhale your uncle’s scent while I tell you everything I’m going to do to you and how I plan on owning every aspect of my nephew.”