Suck his Cock

He was going to do it, he was actually going to suck another man's dick. The sheer absurdity of the statement refused to leave his thoughts. What choice did he have though? Resistance was futile, he was at the mercy of a much larger (in more ways than one) man, and now his life hung in the balance.

So with much hesitation he inched his neck forward until his lips touched the bulbous head of Victor's cock. For a second he did nothing else, deluding himself that this might be enough, but he knew that wasn't so. Victor looked down at him with a scowl and Marty knew he had to do something quick. He did what he recalled a girl did for him once and swirled his tongue around the tip, gaining an appreciate ‘hmm’ from the other man.

It tasted like nothing Marty had tried before, it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation and the longer it went on the more he started to gain a rhythm for it. Yet, Victor was not appeased, in fact he hadn’t even begun. The german grabbed the hair on the back of Marty’s head and pushed it forward while thrusting his hips to meet the same ****. The younger man saw it coming and for a moment he was able to resist by holding his lips together, but this only encouraged Victor who pushed more forcefully until he his large penis managed to **** its way inside.

“There we go, that’s more like it,” Victor chuckled.

The second he had managed to get his cock inside Marty’s gaping maw, he started to slowly thrust back and forth, forcing his cock a bit further inside each time. The young man could feel every inch as it made its way downward. Marty expected he would wretch or gag more, but to his shock his body had quickly adjusted to the member forcing its way down his throat. The rhythm slowly became hypnotic and Marty started to lose all sense of place, seemingly blacking out. When he came back too, it dawned on him that somehow he was taking the entire length of Victors shaft like he had been sucking dick since he had turned eighteen. Victor moaned loudly and in an attempt to resist him, Marty pushed out his tongue to **** himself out, yet all this achieved was to make the blowjob better.

Suddenly, Victor pulled himself out of Marty’s mouth, making an audible pop as the tip slipped past the younger man’s lips. Victor slapped the Marty’s cheek with his pulsating erection, leaving him feeling oddly humiliated more than ever. Ballz shoved his own balls in Marty's face, giving him one simple order.

“Suck them.”

With little resistance he did as he was told. The salty taste and texture was what hit him immediately, the musky scent was even more powerful here and threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to picture it as a weird flavour for a jawbreaker, or a large lollipop, but despite his attempts to picture anything else, his mind quickly reminded him he was currently slobbering over another man's balls. Victor then pulled away and shoved his member back into the poor man's mouth. Utterly defeated, Marty could only chug along as his throat was being molded by the dominant man. His own erection stood at full mast much to his own frustration, and just as Victor began to tremble he pulled out once more.

With a press of a button the shackles that bound the Englishman came undone and before he was able to seize the chance to flee, he was grabbed and pulled away. Victor practically slammed Marty on the table opposite him. As his arms were held down, he felt something clasp around them. He looked up to find another pair of built in cuffs held him in place. The same then happened to his legs, and as he was there - spread eagle on the flat of his stomach and his ass in the air - he knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Wh-what are you gonna do!?” Marty shuddered out, hoping beyond anything that his fears would not be realised.

“Come now, we both know what's coming next.”

That's when Marty felt something long and thick slap against his left ass cheek. The hunger of what had so easily dominated his mouth was not satisfied yet, and Marty's asshole was next on the menu. The young man's own erect cock was pulsating as it just hung over the table, pointed straight at the ground. Victor slapped both of Marty's asscheeks several times with his own cock before grabbing both and squeezing them together.

“An ass built for fucking, this was inevitable for you,” he said with a spank. Then with no warning at all, he shoved his thumb inside Marty's entrance. The younger man gasped in shocked and tried to wiggle away.

“So tight, you might be a virgin after all.” He left his thumb in there for a few seconds more before popping it out. His dick slapped against both butox once more as Marty felt a mix of panic, anxiety and excitement rise up within him. Then on top of all this, Victor placed his member between both cheeks and pressed them together, moving up and down.

“Every part of you was built to be dominated,” he mocked. He thrusted up and down emphasising just how far he would travel up Marty's body soon enough. He did this for a minute straight before pulling himself back and lining himself up with the entrance. Marty clutched the sides of the table and grit his teeth as he felt the **** pushing against him.

And just like that the head of Victor’s cock slipped inside Marty’s round ass. The young man expected to let out a cry of pain, or maybe a scream, but the only noise he made was a shocked moan and a sharp intake of breath. Before he could process the feeling swirling around him, Victor pushed deeper, allowing the length of his member further access into Marty’s gaping hole.

To his surprise, Victor was slow, almost gentle at first. He gave Marty’s ass a little squeeze before slowly picking up the pace with a pleasured Grunt. The young man felt like he was frozen in place as he was violated by the much larger man.

“I could get used to this,” Victor said with a dark chuckle.

He began to move faster, pushing himself deeper with every thrust. The mixture of panting, moaning and wet slapping got progressively louder. Marty wanted to scream or cry out, but all he could do instead was moan. The feelings inside had become no clearer but they had completely taken him over. It was a mixture of pain, but an undeniable amount of pleasure too.

Victor continued to grunt louder as he moved at a frightening velocity, giving the younger man's ass the occasional slap. As he kept his eyes closed in an attempt to brace for the impact, he looked ahead of him and saw his own reflection. The image of a man bent over a table and being utterly dominated by another, it didn't seem so strange to him, as bizarre as it should have been. He saw his face in a state of shock, eyes half lidded over, and his face agape in an 'o' shape.

Then without warning, Victor removed himself from Marty and the shackles unclasped from him again. His legs felt almost like jelly as he tried to move away, yet Victor grabbed him again and held him up by his arms. To his surprise Victor laid himself on the table and pulled Marty on top of him. So confident was he that he felt no worry at would have left the younger man in a more advantageous position.

"Ride me," he barked.

"W-what?" Marty stammered. Still in a daze, he did not immediately notice Victors still bulging cock against him. It stood up high and pressed itself against Marty's back. He finally registered what Victor wanted and he looked towards the door.

"Where do you think you'd go?" Victor laughed. "There is nowhere you can run where I will not find you, guards line every corridor of this place. Your only chance for survival is to do as I say and ride my cock."

Shakily Marty **** himself to his feet and lifted his ass in the air, looking between the door and Victor. He grabbed the other man's shaft and lined it up against his hole. He could still run, hope for the best, but it was a fool's hope, for he knew Victor was right. He could not go far in his current state, he would certainly be captured within minutes, what chance did he have? In this moment he only knew one thing; submission. He was defeated, broken, all he had left was survival.

So with that final thought, he lowered his rear and impaled himself with Victors cock. It was no easier to take the second time, and Marty nearly jumped off the prick as the pressure mounted, but he pushed on until the head had passed through. Lower and lower still until he took nearly all of Victor inside him, who watched the scene with not a single expression on his face.

Knowing Victor was not a patient man, Marty **** himself to travel up and downwards, moaning pathetically as the feeling of the rock hard member invaded his senses. Again he saw his reflection, one that was hard to believe. As he watched though, he recalled from the many hours of porn he had watched how girls would take this move. Inspired, he placed his hands behind him as they clutched the table, then using them as leverage he moved at a steady rhythm, his own cock flapping up and down with each thrust.

Finally this elected a reaction from the German as he moaned deeply. Marty felt a strange sense of pride course through him as he watched Victor, looking at his reflection again he looked just like one of those girls in the movies, and with every movement it all got easier and even more pleasurable. Victor was so deep inside him now that Marty could think of nothing else, any resistance he once had to moaning had long since abandoned him, he practically had his tongue dangling out as he moved like a well oiled machine.

Just as he felt a familiar feeling build up inside him, Victor pulled himself out and pulled Marty off the table with him. He expected to be thrown about again, but to his surprise, Victor kissed him. It wasn't romantic by any stretch of the imagination, like the man himself it was a dominant display as he shoved his tongue down the other man's throat. With one hand he grabbed hold of Marty's ass, in the other he clutched his balls, keeping him firmly in place.

He tried to pull away and for a moment found himself lost in the embrace until reality reared its head as Marty was dragged towards the window and pressed against it. The cold glass sent a shiver down his spine, but he had no time to think on it as Victor rammed his member back inside Marty's hole. He pounded away with reckless abandon as the younger man had to hope the glass could withstand the ****.

It should have been far more difficult to fuck someone in this position, yet for Victor it was mere child's play. He lifted Marty up as if he was half his size, and kept him pressed against the reflective surface.

"Look at yourself," he taunted. "You're nothing but my toy now, a thing to be used and thrown away at a whim, and you love every second of it don't you!?"

Marty could not respond as he was too busy moaning against the glass. Before him was the city in the distance, bright lights as far as he could see. What if someone was watching him right now? What would they say? Think of him? They'd think he was a gay little slut who wanted nothing more than to be punished by other men. Maybe that's what he really was? But Marty rejected the idea as he found his last reserves of resistance.

As he pushed away from the glass, he found Victor was more than ready and spun them both around. Before he knew it, he was in the same position as before, bent over a table with Victor head poking against his entrance. Only this time there were no binds.

"Time we finish this," he grumbled "I can not do all the work though. Please me slut!"

Victor did not move, instead lining himself up till he was centimetres away from penetration. Marty turned his head and gulped, before leaning forward, seeing the exit before him. He signed in defeat, pressing his head against the cool metal surface. He wiggle his was backwards, giving little resistance as the head of the penis penetrated him. Marty let out a tiny moan, and he adjusted himself to move further.

Victor spanked him hard, the sound rippling across the room. He continued to do so until Marty finally picked up the pace and then moved with him. The pair met each others thrusts with equal ****, it became a mini battle between the two of them, one that Victor quickly won as Marty focused more on holding himself in place.

He could hear and feel Victor pick up the pace faster than ever before, he pushed down on Marty's back, pressing him against the table. He was the only one moving now as all Marty could do was weather the **** the best he could. He felt a familiar feeling in his loins and realised that Victor was masturbating him as he pounded away, bringing the younger man unwillingly to the edge.

"Get ready to feel me all over you!" He roared as his pounded harder and harder.

Then suddenly he pulled himself out and roared across the laboratory. Marty could feel strands of hot white jizz coat his ass and back just as he came as well on the floor. The feeling utterly indescribable, as to his shame he was unsure if he had ever came harder in his life, and he had never seen another man cum as much as Victor did just now. He came and came until for the first time he saw Victor visibly weaken for the briefest moment, before returning in place and standing before the broken man.

Their he lay on the table, panting for breath as he was covered in sweat and cum. Victor spanked him hard again but Marty barely reacted, spent of all his energy. Victor walked around the table looking down on the pathetic display till he faced him from the opposite side, blocking off the exit.

“Now, we will continue this until you give me what I want!” He announced with a clenched fist. “If you do not wish to be brought to my personal quarters and made into an relief station for my forces, you will-GGAAAHHHHH!”

What sounded like a firework going off struck Victor from behind and blew a hole straight through his chest. Remarkably he stayed on his feet for a few seconds as he stared down in horror before falling down dead on the floor. Marty remained motionless as he saw two blurry objects approach him. They called out to him, but Marty found it impossible to keep his eyes open any longer. He passed out on the table, unaware that his ordeal was far from over...