The Young Master (Rated R)

1.23

"Father, I'm getting bored. Let me break her so we can get on with this. I'll have her begging to sign in her blood withing five minutes flat." Darius' tone was cold and dead. But his threats didn't have the intended effect...if I surrendered, I'd be at his mercy for the rest of my life. If I resisted, one day I would be free from his sadistic embrace, and from what I'd seen of his handiwork, he would torture me for fun even if I never defied him. 

"Not yet. Remember, son, there are rules to this game. We go from youngest to oldest which means Dirk gets first shot at getting our stubborn little sissy to see the light." It says a lot about how completely fucked my situation was that getting hate fucked by a gorilla was a relief compared to the alternative...and that was only a temporary 'reprieve'. He made his way over to me and opened his robe, revealing his hard, naked flesh. His cock was even more fearsome than I had imagined it...and I had spent a lot more time picturing it my head than I cared to admit. It was almost as long as his father's...at least ten inches long...but much thicker...it was a fucking bludgeon...so thick I couldn't even put my hand around it. I realized with a whimper that I had my hand on his cock before he even asked...

"Now I've got to be honest, I'm not a very creative guy. I leave that kind of stuff to my older brother and my dad. But with a cock like this, who needs imagination? So here's the deal, and its going to be the best one you get all night. You sign the papers like a good little slave and I'll unlock your chastity cage. If you don't, I won't even use your spit for lube." My body didn't seem to appreciate the gravity of the situation. I was drooling for a chance to lube his cock, wondering if I could fit him in my mouth. My soft sex tried to grow hard, but only crushed against the unyielding bars of its cage. 

I squirmed as my body begged me to beg him to let me sign, to feel his hands sliding over my rubber encased body, to taste him throbbing in my throat, to have him inside me, slooooowly and gently as he pushed my boi pussy to new limits. All I had to give him was everything...and at the moment it sounded like a bargain. But then I thought better of it...the single sane sliver of my mind that hadn't been paralyzed with lust or terror telling me I had to hold on for as long as it took. For once in my life, I had to be strong. "I...I...I won't sign. Do your wuh wuh worst." 

"Oh no, little sissy..." He pulled my head up painfully as he leaned down into a kiss, crushing my soft lips against my teeth as sucked on my mouth. "I'm going to do my best." He thrust his tongue inside me without warning, it was thick and insistent, almost making me gag as it plunged down my throat. There was nothing loving about his kiss, but there was nothing sadistic about it either. It wasn't that he was trying to hurt me, after all, he could have broken me into pieces with his bare hands if he wanted to do. He just didn't care what happened to me as long as his ravenous appetites were sated. I trembled to think what he would do to my tender little hole if he was this rough with just his tongue. He dropped me to the floor, panting and flushed, and I knew I wouldn't have to wait long to find out. 

I felt his thick fingers dig into the soft yielding flesh of my buttocks, I whimpered as he effortlessly pulled me to my knees and casually flipped my skirt up, leaving my asshole exposed and vulnerable. Despite the heart pounding panic coursing through me, my cockette was still trying desperately to get hard. It seemed no matter how often the metal bit into my tender flesh, it wouldn't take the hint. I bit my lower lip and said a silent prayer to anyone that would listen...I felt his fat cockhead press against my rosebud, trying to force it to bloom. I felt his muscles kiss my skin as he draped over me, whispering, "Hey, Belle, I just wanted to say thanks for not signing the papers before I got a chance to fuck you raw." 

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He forced his gigantic helmet through my taut ring, every millisecond seemed more impossible than the last. It felt like giving birth in reverse...like being impaled on a burning log...like a fat cock stretching out my asshole without the mercy of lube. Every cell inside me screamed in agony. He was slowly deforming my body, stretching it past a point the human body was ever intended to go. It was surreal...it didn't feel like flesh...flesh doesn't burn like hot coals or cut like jagged glass. Every time I thought he couldn't possibly go any longer, more fresh agony would force its way further inside me. I closed my eyes, and told myself over and over again that it was almost over...almost over...almost over...

"Well the head's in...that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Dirk's hand came crashing down on my ass, sending a shock-wave of pain that reverberated with the agony inside me, screeching a duet like some lullaby for demons. If he noticed, he didn't make any mention of it...he just kept driving his monster deeper inside me, devouring me from the inside with every impossible inch. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me back towards him as his freight train carrying an overload cargo of heated Hell kept rolling along. I couldn't breathe to beg him to stop, couldn't think to consider signing my soul away to save my life, couldn't do anything but process pain so profound it would confound a poet. And he just kept coming...