Beg for mercy

"Gregor, please, it was an accident!" you plead as he continues up the ladder.

"You fucking bastard!" he shouts "do you know how long..." he says, cutting short. He must have been waiting to get his dick serviced for quite some time. It's not often the opportunity arises; Gregor wasn't married and couldn't afford the service of professionals, nor was he so handsome that women paid him a great deal of attention.

"Please, Greg, I'll do anything!" you say. There was nothing to lose, the way things were going you'd either be murdered by Gregor, or else he'd see to it you ended up in the mines. "I'll let you do anything" you add, just barely managing to make your tone suggestive. Gregor pauses for a moment, eyeing you. It's a risky move, you know that. Sodomy is illegal, but it doesn't seem like he's worried about breaking the law by killing you just now. Gregor lifts himself up onto the floor of the hay and walks forward slowly. You can't tell what his intention is, he clenches and unclenches his fists and snorts.

You roll over onto your front slowly and raise up your back end, presenting yourself. "You can do what you like, I won't say a word. Who would believe a **** anyway?" you say, trying to reason with him. For a moment, there is an unbearable silence, then you hear his footsteps advance, slowly. Your trousers are yanked down, exposing your buttocks to the air. A stinging heat spreads across one of your butt cheeks as he slaps it and squeezes it. "...just like a girls..." you hear him mutter to himself. Another stinging sensation spreads across the other cheek as he grabs the other cheek and spreads them apart.

You feel a finger clumsily explore your crack and push against your hole. You gasp as Gregor pushes his finger tip inside experimentally. "...tight..." he says, somewhat approvingly. The finger withdraws and you hear him lick it before pushing it back inside you once again, this time more deeply. You gasp as you feel him prodding about inside you, clumsily exploring your ass. The finger withdraws and you feel something warm, wet and firm push against your hole. You are confused by the sensation, but when you feel his nose press into your crack, you realise he is licking your hole. His tongue pushes inside and begins moving about. The sensation is amazingly pleasurable and certainly not what you expected. You relax a little as Gregor continues to lick your ass. After a minute or two, his tongue withdraws and you hear him loosen his belt.

He spits on your ass and you feel the tip of his cock slide up and down your crack, looking for your hole. You brace yourself, remembering how big Gregor's dick is and fearing how painful this might be. Gregor finds your hole and, after a couple of false starts, pushes inside you. You gasp and cry in pain, but are quickly silenced by Gregor's hand clamped over your mouth. "Shut the fuck up!" he growls. You surpress your cry but cannot be completely silent as Gregor's thick cock pushes further and further inside you. "Fuck that's tight" he says. You try your best to relax and allow Gregor to enter you, but you struggle. The pain comes in stabbing waves as you feel the cock slide in. Luckily, Gregor seems to be going slowly, giving you time to adjust. By the time he begins thrusting, the pain has subsided to a dull ache.

Gregor's rhythm is awkward and uncertain at first. The pain is now just uncomfortable and you feel able to try and move your hips to add some rhythm to the proceedings. With your help, Gregor begins to find his stride and pumps into you with more confidence. You begin to feel a pleasurable tingling as Gregors cock slides in and out of you with increasing ease. You relax and release a small moan of pleasure, prompting Gregor to let go of your mouth, freeing up his hand to grip your hip.

He grips your hips firmly and fucks you hard, his rhythm now rapid and forceful. You hear his breathing give over to satisfied grunts which intensify until, with a final thrust, accompanied by a low moan, you feel a heat spread inside you. "Fu...uck...." says Gregor, panting. He pulls out of you, leaving you feeling hollow and a little relieved. He pulls your shoulder and turns you to face him. He's flushed and slick with sweat, his cock throbbing as it begins to soften. "Clean it" he says, pulling your head down to his crotch. You take his softening member into your mouth and suck off the salty mixture of cum and your own musk. Once you've finished, Gregor returns his cock to his trousers.

"You say anything, to anyone and you're fucking dead, understand?" he says. You nod silently and lay back on your pile of straw, exhausted.