Wid tried again and again, each time failing to get himself more than a step or two from the bed. The Travian said nothing. He merely methodically removed his own clothing and kept snatching Wid up and throwing him down. By the time the alien male was completely nude, Wid lay exhausted and badly winded. It didn’t help that he’d been given hardly anything to eat and little water to drink since his capture. The alien, damn him, wasn’t even breathing heavily as he approached the bed.
Wid crawled away backward like a crab in a last futile effort to escape. The alien looked somehow bigger without his clothes, his pale skin almost pearlescent in the ambient light of the room. There was no discernable hair on his body other than his head. The massive cock of the being stood out easily with nothing to hide it. Long and thick, it gleamed with wetness that dribbled slowly from the head. With his eyes glued to the weapon coming toward him, Wid shook his head.
“No. Please, don’t,” he begged in a voice choked with fear. Any bravado he’d ever felt disappeared in the face of being raped.
The alien knelt on the bed and reached for Wid. Grabbing him by the ankle, he dragged him closer. With the last of his energy, Wid kicked out with his free leg. He knew a moment’s satisfaction when the Travian grunted from the solid blow that Wid landed on his chest. The creature wasn’t immune from pain after all. The gratification was short-lived, however. The alien’s fingers clamped down on Wid’s arms and hauled him up.
Their gazes locked for a second. “Please,” Wid pleaded one more time before he found himself face down on the bed.
A heavy, hot weight pressed him farther into the mattress. Warm breath tickled his ear before a bass voice rumbled, “Lie still! There is no choice for either of us.”
It took a second for Wid to realize the alien spoke in English, not Travian. Before he had time to process the meaning of the words, however, something wet and warm and hard slid against his ass. The strange declaration be damned, fear gave him the strength to struggle, albeit futilely. A knee forced its way between his legs, spreading them wide. The blunt head of the alien’s cock pressed against his hole, slid up his crack, then returned. Wid couldn’t keep the whimper from escaping his lips. He clawed at the slippery cloth he lay on and closed his eyes tight. The alien pushed to gain entrance. Wid squeezed his sphincter tight in a vain attempt to keep him out.
“Don’t resist. I’ll make it quick.”
Again, Wid’s mind tried to process the intent behind the alien rapist’s version of pillow talk. He sounded almost apologetic, which made no sense. No one hovered over the bed with a weapon to the creature’s head, making him do this terrible thing. And did he really believe Wid would just acquiesce to this horror without complaint? Fucker! Wid renewed his effort to keep the alien cock out. He was no match for the creature’s strength, however. The thick rod breached his hole. The searing pain of it robbed him of his breath. The cock bore into him, stretching his rectum with relentless pressure. Too stunned to even scream, he could only do as the alien had commanded—lie there and take it.
The alien’s copious pre-cum slicked the way, but God, the burning as his body struggled to accept the girth and length brought tears to Wid’s eyes. There was no chance to grow accustomed to the invasion. As soon as the alien had sheathed himself fully, he began his thrusting. Hard, long strokes drilled Wid into the bed. Strong fingers held him in place as if the piercing cock was not already enough to do so. He wanted to cry, would have without shame given the brutal assault, if he’d had the breath to do so. Instead, he panted to the rhythm of the pounding and prayed that, as promised, it would be over quickly.
And so it was. With a guttural growl, the alien seated himself deep inside Wid’s ass. Wid could feel fluid pulsing into him. Thinking it was over, he bucked up against the heavy male. But the alien didn’t get up, rather he rolled over to his side, bringing Wid with him. The cock stayed embedded. Wid tried to expel it with a strong push of his rectal muscles. The damn thing didn’t budge. It remained hard and unmovable. The alien’s harsh breath wafted onto Wid’s head while his arm encircled Wid’s chest to hold him close. Wid squirmed to free himself to no effect. Then a heavy leg was thrown over him to anchor him more firmly in place. So much for the bastard’s assurances.
He remained trapped and there was nothing he could do about it. The laser shot to the head was looking better to him now. Then he thought of his parents and his sisters and how they must be worried, not knowing where he was or what had happened to him. Better that they not know.
He didn’t so much fall asleep lying captured in the alien’s arms, as pass out, exhausted by the day’s events. He got no rest, however. Plagued by nightmares, he kept twitching awake. Understanding of his plight always came to him quickly and it was like the first time each time it happened. His heart raced with fear and he instinctively struggled to free himself, forgetting that it was pointless. Worse, his captor woke with him, if the creature even slept. His massive cock remained hard and rammed up Wid’s ass. He fucked Wid again and again, ignoring Wid’s pleas to stop and leave him be.
Eventually Wid’s mind simply shut down and went blank.
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About the Author
Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.
She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.
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