“I’ll wait until it’s time to go to bed,” Luc said, uneasily.
Perceur shrugged his huge shoulders. “Suit yourself, pretty boy. I can wait.”
“Now, listen,” Luc said. “This rape shit—it’s all very well and good, as a joke. But when it comes right down to it, I know you won’t go through with it.”
“Oh, you know that, do you? And what do you base that on?”
“You’re not such a bad guy, at heart.”
Perceur let out a bull-like snort. “God, you’re naïve!” he exclaimed. “I almost feel sorry for you.”
Bedtime arrived all too quickly.
The lights went out, plunging the cells into darkness, except for whatever light penetrated into them through the bars from the corridor outside.
“There we go. It’s bedtime,” Perceur announced.
“Yeah,” Luc said. “You stay in your bunk, and I’ll stay in mine.”
“Kind of ballsy, aren’t you? Ordinarily, I don’t like it, when punks mouth off to me. What are you going to do for me, so I should make an exception for you?”
“I’m not going to do anything for you.”
“We’ll see. You aren’t stupid, like some of the punks in here. You know you can’t possibly take me, if it comes to a fight. So you’re smart enough not to take a beating for nothing. Aren’t you?”
“What—what’re you saying, exactly?” Luc stammered.
“I’m saying, you’re going to get fucked. Whether you get beat up first, maybe really bad, or whether you just give in and take it, boy—that’s up to you.”
“Shit,” Luc muttered. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
“Who’s going to stop me? You want to give it a try? You want that beating? Unless you do, go ahead and strip. Get naked, punk. Let’s see that dick, and that pretty ass. They’re going to be my property, from now on. For as long as you’re in here. Yeah, your hole is mine! Give it up.”
“Guard!” Luc shouted. “Guard, come here! Help! Whoever’s out there, come help me!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Perceur advised him. “If you know what’s good for you, punk—!”
“Rape! Oh, my God! This dirty son of bitch, here in the cell with me! He’s raping me! Help! Guard, somebody, help! Get him off me! Help!”
Perceur’s big hand suddenly clamped over Luc’s mouth, silencing him.
“Bitch,” Perceur growled, “the next time you yell for that guard, I swear to Christ it’ll be the last thing you ever say on this earth. You’re mine. My property. Now, you get your clothes off, or you’ll get them ripped off. And then you’ll get your ass beaten up and bruised. You decide.”
“Aw, shit!” Luc cried, his voice muffled by the hand covering his mouth. “Come on, man! Come on, big guy. Don’t hurt me. I don’t have any money. But my family has. They’ll pay you, I’m sure. They’ll pay you whatever you want, if you’ll just let me alone. Please!”
“Don’t need your goddamn money,” Perceur jeered. “No—I just want, I just need, your sweet young ass! I’m hard up, bitch, and I need to stick my horny dick in some guy’s hole. And you’re elected, boy! Take it. Take it right now, unless you want me to beat the shit out of you. Come on, strip. Get naked. I’m not fooling around. Do it! Now!”
Trembling, thoroughly cowed, Luc undressed.
“Don’t hurt me,” he pleaded.
“That’s up to you. Now, get on that bunk. On your back. With your legs spread, and up in the air, like a whore, ready for me to take you. You’re going to do everything I damn well tell you to do, okay?”
“Sure,” Luc gasped. “Just calm down. Just don’t hurt me. You’re scaring me—!”
“Yeah, bitch, I can smell the fear, coming out of you, oozing out of your pores, just like sweat,” Perceur gloated. “And you know what? It turns me on. It makes my cock hard. Punk, you’re going to get fucked—!”
Chapter Two: Forced Entry
Luc lay on Perceur’s bunk, and the big man climbed on top of him, taking Luc in his arms and embracing him, so violently that the breath was squeezed out of Luc’s lungs by those powerful, clasping arms. Perceur’s mouth crushed against Luc’s lips with bruising force, his thick tongue driving itself deep between them.
“Usually I like to play around a little, and lead up to it gradually,” Perceur declared, after kissing Luc lustfully several times. “Tonight I’m just too damn worked up, too fucking horny. I think we’d better move on right to it.”
There was no doubt in Luc’s mind about exactly what “it” was, and he shivered at the thought of taking that big pierced cock up his ass.
“You’re going to have to use something to lube it up with,” Luc insisted. “I’m not going to be able to take that thing of yours dry, or with just spit.”
“Don’t worry. I have what we need right here.”
From the shelf above the bunk, Perceur took down a container of petroleum jelly.
“I buy this in the commissary,” he explained, with a smirk. “I need it to keep my skin moisturized and my face looking young and pretty,” he joked. “Like yours—”
“Use plenty,” Luc urged.
“What do you think this is, my first time doing this? That’s a laugh! Hey, you aren’t a virgin, are you?”
“No, but I don’t want to be torn apart. And aren’t you going to take that ring out of your dick?”
“No, why should I? Every guy I’ve fucked has told me it makes it feel hotter.” As he spoke, Perceur was busy smearing the petroleum jelly over his stiff cock.
“Jesus—!” Luc moaned, in apprehension.
“Okay, this first time, I think we’ll try doing it with you on your back and your legs up in the air,” Perceur announced, with an incongruous, almost clinical, objectivity and detachment. “Later on, we can go through all the other positions, and decide which ones we like best. Come on, boy, get your legs up, over my shoulders. That’s right. Oh, yeah! Just look at that pretty ass of yours, waiting for me! Yeah, that’s a sweet little, tight looking hole!”
“Wait,” Luc pleaded. Even at this late stage, the blond boy thought that, if he stalled for time, he might be able to think up some way of dissuading his brutish assailant.
“Can’t wait. Punk, I want you. I want that cute little stud body of yours. And especially that ass! I want it—I need it—and I need it bad!”
Luc tried to shove the big man away from him, tried to resist, but it was already too late. He whimpered in fright when he felt Perceur’s prickhead nudge itself against his asshole pucker. Next he felt Perceur lunge forward with his big, muscular body, and the thick, swollen head of his greasy cock began to push its way inside his ass. Sure enough, Luc could feel the bump of the Prince Albert ring, indenting his sphincter at the point of contact for a moment.
“Don’t. Perceur, please! Don’t! Not yet. Please don’t try to fuck me, I’m not ready to take that big thing of yours yet. No—!” Luc begged.
“Shut the fuck up. Who do you think you’re kidding?” Perceur scoffed. “You’ve been screwed before. Plenty of times. I can tell. Slut! Open up and take my cock!”
Resigned to his fate, Luc knew it was useless to protest, or to try to fight Perceur off. The man was already inside Luc, and there was no way the boy was going to get Perceur’s cock out of his violated ass until the man had finished fucking him. Luc could tell that much from the look of grim, lustful determination on his rapist’s face, from the steely power of his hands which pinned Luc’s arms down flat on the mattress, and above all from the steady, fierce penetration of his cock. That long, thick, rigid phallus was drilling its way deep into Luc’s body, taking him, claiming and using his cringing, instinctively resisting ass.
The pain, at first, was almost unbearable. Perceur was hung so big! His dick felt so thick—so long! So hard! So ruthless and brutal as it screwed its way deeper and deeper into his ass!
“Oh, hell, rape!” Luc yelled, losing his head. “Somebody, please, for God’s sake, help me! This son of a bitch is r
aping me!”
“Shut the fuck up, or I’ll kill you,” Perceur threatened.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You think not? You think you’d be the first punk who’s had an ‘accident’ in here?”
“Please—!” Luc whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me. Go ahead. Go ahead and fuck me, if you have to.”
“Yeah, that’s better, boy. Much smarter. You take my dick, and you learn to love it!”
“Aw, shit!” Luc cried. “You fucking animal!”
“Don’t you try to sweet talk me, boy,” Perceur joked, callously.
As the big man drove his mighty prong deep into him, Luc felt the walls of his anus stretching, the membranes straining, and complaining silently, compared to the way Luc was complaining only too audibly.
“No more,” Luc gasped. “Please! Take it out, man. It hurts. It’s just too fucking big! It hurts too much. No, stop! Stop!”
“You’d better shush,” Perceur warned him. Indifferent to the blond boy’s pleas, he forced himself against Luc’s body—and into it. Inch by slow, painful inch, he completed his rape, shoving his huge cock up the boy’s butt until, at last, he had it jammed all the way inside him. Perceur let out a lewd gasp of satisfaction at the completed penetration, his heavy body slumping forward, his weight keeping Luc trapped on the bunk and doubled up underneath him. Perceur’s face, shoulders, and chest all glistened with a fine sheen of swat. His prick was buried in Luc’s butt! To the hilt! To the balls!
“Relax, baby,” he grunted. “I’m in you now. All the way in. Just relax and give yourself a chance to get used to it. I’ve nailed a lot of guys, and some of them were as tight as you. But they all learned to take it—and to like it! Not that I gave them much choice,” he laughed, cynically. “Soon, it won’t hurt any more, I promise. Just relax and let my cock fuck you—!”
Maybe it won’t hurt any more soon, Luc wanted to scream, but it sure as hell hurts right now!
And he didn’t see how he could possibly relax—not with all of those inches of hard prick driven into his guts like a steel spike! Luc squeezed his anal muscles by way of an experiment, to find out whether he could force Perceur’s cock to slide back out of him. But that was futile. The dick was thrust into him too deeply to be expelled.
However, Luc discovered, to his relief, that by pushing back against the invading phallus, his pain lessened somewhat, and another sort of sensation entirely began to surge through his body. It was a sensation of perverse pleasure and excitement. Ordinarily, Luc did like to be fucked. Most of his lovers, though, had more finesse in going about it than Perceur. He’d just assumed that he wouldn’t enjoy being fucked by this brute! But now, with each new stroke which Perceur’s fuck tool made inside his ass, the big, crude man was proving him wrong, changing Luc’s mind.
Luc’s fear and disgust were replaced by a sudden, terrible hunger for more. For more pressure inside his ass. More hard, hot cock—inside his ass, moving back and forth inside him. Taking him. Using him. Fucking him!
“Ooh, you prick!” Luc gurgled. “You dirty fucker!”
“That’s right, baby!” Perceur gasped, delighted by the sudden change in the boy’s movements and responses, by his abrupt cessation of resistance, and his newfound cooperation. “Work your ass around my prick! Fuck back when I shove it in you. It’ll feel real good in another minute or two. Hell, it’ll feel great! And then you’ll be begging for it, you little prickteaser! Begging for my cock!”
Encouraged by Luc’s submissiveness, Perceur paused for a moment, with his prick tantalizingly withdrawn almost all the way from the boy’s hole, so that only the head of his penis remained stuck inside Luc’s sphincter, keeping it stretched open. Then the rough convict rammed himself all the way inside Luc again, going in even deeper than before!
“Oh, my God!” Luc yelped. “Frigging hell!”
“Does that feel good?”
“Ah,” Luc gurgled, momentarily too traumatized to be capable of coherent speech. “Ah, hell!”
“It does!” Perceur exulted, grinning knowingly through the film of sweat on his flushed, excited face. “It does feel good in you now! I knew it would. You like it now, don’t you, you little whore? You like that dick up your ass. You like being fucked by that big, hard cock!”
Luc’s mind reeled. Yes, Perceur had told him so, but how could Luc have imagined that after such a painful, frightening beginning, there could come such intense pleasure? Such an overpowering sweep of pure erotic sensation? How could Luc have guessed that now he would no longer merely allow Perceur to keep his cock in him without resisting it, but he would actually want it in him? That he would squirm frantically against the man’s groin to keep the cock in there? That he would sob with deprivation and need, when his cellmate withdrew it—and that he’d then cry out with ecstatic delight when Perceur shoved it back in and resumed fucking him?
Yes, Perceur had told him that he would like having his cock in his ass, that he would want it in him. That Luc would never want the brute to take it out of him, but would beg him for more. And now it was all coming true!
Luc’s ass rotated wildly around that impaling length of rigid prick, twisting restlessly from one side to another to enable Perceur to thrust his big cock deep into him from different angles. Luc squeezed and milked it from deep inside his ass, gripping it tightly and then suddenly releasing it so that he could feel a new shiver of excitement rush through him as the fuck tool moved freely back and forth inside his butt. Yes, Perceur had told him, but Luc hadn’t believed it. But now he would never need to be told again, and he admitted that he should’ve trusted the more experienced, well-hung con!
“Fuck me, you son of a bitch,” Luc heard himself demanding. “Fuck me, fuck my ass, go on and ream me out with your cock! Oh, fuck me hard with your cock! Fuck me!”
“Is it real good for you now, baby?” Perceur grunted, lunging again and again.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!”
“You like having that big dick in you?”
“Yes!” Luc shrieked. “Shove it in me. Fuck me with it!”
“I’m glad you like it, boy, because from now on you’re going to get it just like this, every night. You want more? You want all of it, baby? All I’ve got to give? All my dick up your ass, fucking you, screwing you shitless, reaming out your asshole? Fucking you silly, and turning you into my bitch?”
“Yes!”
“Every inch? You want every inch of that cock up your ass/’
“Yes! Please, yes! All of it. Oh, God, give me all of it! Fuck me with that big hard cock. Fuck me with it, with all of it, fuck me as hard as you can.”
“You don’t care that I’m a dirty, stinking con, doing hard time?”
“I love it! I’m no better than you. I’m a con, too. I’m a hot-assed, cock whore of a con. I want your cock up my ass, dude!” Luc shrieked, hysterically. “Take me, oh, fuck me! Fuck me!”
“You want my cum, too, don’t you, baby?” Perceur demanded, panting for breath from the violence of his exertions. His face was dripping sweat down onto Luc’s as he hovered above the boy’s doubled-up, writhing body, with his cock hammering mercilessly in and out of Luc’s wide-open asshole. “You want me to cum in your ass, baby?”
Luc thought he was going to pass out. He had never been in such a fever of excitement. It was almost agonizing. He could feel his heart pumping away furiously inside his chest, virtually in sync with Perceur’s thrusts and withdrawals, which were now coming incredibly hard and fast.
“Yes! Come in me, you big bastard! Come in my ass!” Luc cried.
“Hold on, boy. I will. Oh, I will!”
“Do it! Please!”
“Just a little longer, I promise. I’m almost there!” Perceur promised.
“Oh, God! Come inside me! Fuck me! Shoot! Shoot in my ass!”
Perceur’s cock thundered into Luc, the thick, throbbing shaft probing ruthlessly, stabbing into him hard and deep, until Luc could feel the vibrations from i
ts repeated impactions shuddering through the walls of his rectum and reverberating up through his stomach and chest, where they drowned out the trip-hammer pounding of his overtaxed heart.
“Please, come, big man,” Luc moaned. “Come in me. I want to feel it. Your load shooting into my asshole. Come in my ass!”
“Yeah, baby! I’m going to, soon.” Perceur’s hand suddenly swooped down and caught Luc’s cock firmly in a tight, sweaty fist. He began to masturbate Luc with fast, violent strokes, while his own cock continued to lunge in and out of the boy’s asshole. “You come, too!” Perceur insisted. “Come with me, baby! Let’s blast off together. It’s always really hot, that way. You come, too! Come!”
“I will! Aw, shit! I am!” Luc felt sure that in his overexcited state he would have been able to come even if Perceur hadn’t touched his cock. He could feel the force of a tremendous ejaculation boiling up inside him, and now that Perceur was helping it along, there could be no doubt about it happening. And soon! Very soon!
“Oh, Christ, baby! I’m going to blow!” Perceur groaned. “I can’t help it, that ass of yours is just too sweet. It’s too hot—too tight—too good! I can’t hold it back, I’m going to shoot my whole goddamn load. I want you to come with me, boy! Shoot it on me, all over me. Cover me with that hot cum!”
“Yeah,” Luc moaned.
“Shoot! Shoot it all over me!”
“Yeah—here goes—!” Luc warned, desperately.
He felt Perceur’s cock burst inside his ass, felt the hot stream of his fucker’s cum shooting into the very depths of his body. Perceur’s cock quivered and jerked, and it unloaded its charge like a firehose turned on full blast as it exploded inside him. It was more than Luc could endure. He, too, shot off hard, his cum flying from his cock like so many liquid bullets, spraying Perceur’s muscular, sweat-shiny pectorals and running down his torso in slow dribbles to his belly and crotch, where his dick remained thrust deep between Luc’s brutally parted ass cheeks, still emptying itself inside the boy’s butt. While Perceur continued to pump on Luc’s prick with his fist, Luc’s first spurt was followed by another thick white stream of sperm—and then by another, and another. Desperately, he spent himself.
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