Attack of the HAZER

I had known Mark for about two months.  I met him at the gym.  I had
noticed him the first day I was there; it was obvious he went there a
lot.  He was there every day I went, and he had one of the
best-developed bodies around.  I found it difficult not to stare (this
was a mostly-straight gym), especially when he would do things like drop
his comb in the locker room and bend over from the waist (with his
gorgeous ass inches from my face) to pick it up.

After about a month I managed to get up enough courage to talk to him.
He was a fairly bright guy for someone so good-looking, and it turned
out we had several interests in common.  When he mentioned that he had a
girlfriend, I was disappointed, but we seemed to be getting along okay
on a friendship level.  My sexuality never came up in the conversation;
I assumed that Mark assumed I was straight, and because I was enjoying
the friendship, I let it go at that.

After a month or so, Mark told me he was having troubles with the
internal modem in his computer at home and asked me what he should do
about it.  He wasn't really able to answer all of my questions about it,
so I said I should probably come look at it first-hand.  He gave me his
address and we agreed that I would come by after work that day and check
it out.

Mark lived alone in a two-bedroom house not too far from where I worked.
I parked my pickup in the driveway and rang the front doorbell.  He
answered the door in a towel.  "Sorry," he said, "I forgot you were
coming by; I was in the hot tub."  Little rivulets of water continued to
trickle down his massive chest.  I found myself getting hard looking at
him.

"So," I said, to cover my arousal, "where's your PC?"  He led me to his
home-office, where his tower 386 was.  I leaned over the keyboard to
start investigating his modem problems, and suddenly found myself seized
by his powerful arms.  He pulled my hands behind my back, pinned them
there with one arm and wrapped the other around my chest to pull me
tight against his wet body.  His arms and chest were as hard and
unyielding as stone.

I instantly went hard, but I was also somewhat scared.  I knew Mark had
a girlfriend, so I couldn't imagine what this attack was about.  "What's
the deal, Mark?"

He chuckled low in my ear.  "Sorry, I lied... there's nothing wrong with
my modem, `AK-47'."  I swallowed hard.  Mark had connected me with my
bulletin-board login name.

"You're HAZER?" I guessed, in shock.  HAZER was the handle of another
BBS user I had been corresponding with recently, mostly regarding my
rape fantasies.  The two of us hadn't arranged to meet, mainly because
HAZER had made it clear that as a top he liked to go a lot farther than
I liked to go as a bottom.  I had not given him my name or number
because he had said in online chat that he might just fulfill my rape
fantasies some time as a surprise.  Well, I was surprised now.

"That's right.  You're in for a treat, `AK-47'.  All your fantasies are
about to come true... and mine, too."  I shoved backward against him
suddenly with all of my strength in an effort to surprise him and break
his hold, but he was ready.  He moved with the push, using it to swing
me around and propel me out of the office, across the hall, and into the
bedroom opposite, where we fell face-down on the bed with me on the
bottom.  In the darkened room I could just see several indistinct
objects lying around the surface of the bed.

"How'd you figure out who I was?" I asked.  He shifted his grip on my
arms and twisted them high up my back, with his 190-pound weight resting
heavily on me.  I grunted at the discomfort.  He had lost his towel in
the struggle and I could feel his hard cock pressing against the seat of
my pants.

"Remember that scene you told me about in chat, where your bottom kept
biting you on the ass?  Well, I guess you didn't see that he marked you.
I noticed the bite marks in the shower at the gym the next day, and it
all clicked -- your description, everything."  I groaned inwardly.  That
had been over three weeks ago.  "Ever since then, I've been feeding you
a whole line of bullshit -- my `girlfriend,' all of it -- just to set
you up for this moment."

I continued to try to struggle, and was rewarded with a painful wrench
of my arms.  "Don't give me any crap," HAZER said -- I could only think
of him as HAZER now.  "Now I'm going to strip you.  Don't get any dumb
ideas."  He positioned my arms so that one was pinning the other and was
in turn held in place by one of his hands.  Then he reached around and
began to loosen my necktie.  I bit at his hand.

WHACK!  His hand moved lightning fast, out of my biting range, then back
to slap me a ringing blow across the side of my head.  "I said no crap."
I lay stunned for a few moments and allowed him to pull my necktie free
of my collar, then bind my wrists with it.  When they were secure he
rolled me over onto my back, with me lying uncomfortably on my tied
arms.

"That's more like it," he said.  He straddled me, pinning my legs
together with his, as his large cock stood straight up in front of him.
He smiled down at me evilly.  He had a beautiful smile, but there was no
warmth or sympathy in it.  "Yeah, that's real nice."  He pinched my left
nipple through my shirt -- not teasingly or subtly, but quickly and
hard, so it hurt.  I tried to squirm aside, to get my tit out of his
grip, and with his other hand he slapped me again.  "You're trouble,
aren't you?" he said, still smiling.  "Well, you've just found _real_
trouble."

He reached past me on the bed, to take up one of the things I had seen
lying there.  It was a padded leather hood, with laces of wide nylon
webbing.  He fitted it over my head, blinding me and shutting out most
sound.  I didn't struggle -- I actually wanted that padding between me
and the next blow.  He tightened the straps, pressing the cool
smoothness of the hood against my cheeks and forehead.  There were no
eyeholes, not even zippered ones.

HAZER proceeded to undress me.  I put up a brief moment of struggle when
he briefly untied my wrists again but, unable to see, my resistance was
totally ineffective.  This time he punched me in the stomach.  His
punishments were growing more severe, so I decided to submit quietly.  I
heard a rattling of chains, and HAZER placed padded leather cuffs on my
wrists and ankles, then hooked them all together behind me, twisting
both arms and legs backward and leaving me helpless.

"Very nice," he kept saying.  "Very nice."  HAZER lifted me slightly to
adjust my position, then I felt his weight pressing the mattress down as
he joined me on the bed.  He wrapped one arm around my hooded head and
held it still as he kissed me forcefully.  I tried to keep his tongue
from penetrating my mouth, until he again pinched one of my nipples
painfully.  "Kiss nice, damn you," he commanded, and I submitted,
letting his tongue go where it would.  His free hand roved over my
chest, stomach, and groin; here caressing, there pinching; slapping or
stroking or squeezing as he wished.

After a few minutes of this, he put his hand against my face and,
through the hood, pinched my nostrils shut.  He continued kissing me,
not allowing me to breathe.  I began to struggle as the need for air
grew more intense; then he let me gasp another breath before he quickly
resumed kissing/smothering me some more.  He did this for what seemed a
very long time, as my awareness grew more and more tightly focused on
only one thing:  getting my next breath of air.

At last he said, "Okay, now some head," he said, and rolled me onto my
back.  Woozy, I gasped for breath.  I felt the heat of his legs as he
moved to straddle my head; then the head of his erect cock pressing
against my lips.  It was already slick with his precum.  I didn't open
my mouth.  "You know better than that," he said in a threatening tone.
I opened up, and he lowered himself into my mouth.  I don't know how
many inches he was, but he was too big, and very thick.  I gagged and
convulsed involuntarily as the head of his cock pressed against the back
of my throat.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and brought his fist
down like a hammer on my nuts.

"You bit me," he said levelly.

"I didn't mean to," I said.  "Your cock's too big.  I can't take it."

"You'll learn to take it."  I heard him lift something else off the bed,
and moments later he was forcing something huge and rubber-tasting
between my lips.  It was an open-mouthed gag.  It connected with snaps
to the front of the hood, and held my mouth open so that I couldn't
close it or bite down at all.  "Now let's try this again."

This time he pulled me up to my knees as he stood on the bed.  He fitted
his cock into the gag's opening and, gripping my padded head with both
of his hands, proceeded to fuck my helpless mouth.  I choked and gagged
on every stroke for the first few minutes; his dick was impossibly huge
and he was completely merciless.  I actually retched a couple of times,
feeling air come up from my stomach and wondering, if I puked, would he
stop, or let me choke to death?

After what seemed like days, my gag reflex wore itself out.  By timing
my breathing properly, it became possible to breathe with his meat
moving in and out of my throat.  The restricted flow of air was again
making me feel woozy and out-of-it, while the unbroken rhythm of his
thrusting seemed to carry me away from myself.  Finally he tensed up and
came.  I swallowed what I could, letting the rest run out around the
edges of the gag.  He continued to hold his cock in my mouth as it
slowly softened and subsided.

Finally he pulled his cock out of my mouth, then unsnapped the gag and
removed it as well.  "There, wasn't that easy?" he said. "Now lick me
clean."  He pressed my head against his crotch and I licked all of his
wad off of his cock.  It never even occurred to me to spit it out.  He
moved forward, above me, still holding my face to his crotch and bending
me over backwards.  Restrained as I was, it was uncomfortable.  His
hands on my head were all that held me up from falling over.  "Now lick
my nuts."

I let my tongue roam over his balls, tasting the dried chlorine water
from his hot-tub soak.  He smelled clean yet musky.  "Suck them."  He
didn't need to add, "gently" -- I could guess what the penalty would be
if I fucked up.  I took first one testicle, then the other, in my mouth,
and let my lips and tongue do what they could for his pleasure.

Abruptly he let me fall backwards onto the bed.  Before I could adjust
my tangled arms and legs to a more comfortable position, he was sitting
on my face.  "Now eat my ass, punk."  The muscles of his ass framed my
face completely, making it again hard to breathe as my tongue roamed
over the puckered skin of his asshole.  Fortunately he was clean there
as well.  "Harder!" he said, putting more of his weight on my face.  My
air was now cut off completely.  I continued to try to please him,
thrusting my tongue against his ass in the hopes he would relent and let
me breathe again.  He shifted position, and I had the opportunity to get
out the words, "Can't breathe!"

"Tough!" he said, and, reaching between his legs with two fingers,
pinched my nose shut again.  "Now keep rimming me until I tell you to
stop."  The entire universe had narrowed down to just the region between
my face and his ass, that airless space where I licked and kissed and
tried in vain to suck another sip of air into my lungs...

I must have actually lost consciousness at some point, because the next
thing I was aware of was his hand slapping hard against my ass.  I was
now tied spread-eagled on the bed, on my stomach, with HAZER sitting on
the backs of my thighs.  There was a pillow under my hips, with my erect
cock uncomfortably arranged under me.  Thick soft ropes stretched from
my wrists and ankles to the corners of the mattress, too tight for me
even to shift position and free my cramped dick.  HAZER slapped my ass
again.  "Oww!" I said.

"That's the punishment for fainting," he said, and smacked me again,
harder.

I got mad.  "I didn't fucking faint, man; I suffocated!"

Of course, he smacked me again, harder still.  "No backtalk, dammit!"  I
was still wearing the hood.  Now he stretched out on top of me and
reached to snap a different gag into place, this one a latex bulb that
he quickly inflated to fill my whole mouth.  "If you don't want me to
inflate that any more, you better be good."

He took his weight off me and sat on the mattress between my spread
legs.  I heard him opening some container, and in a couple moments felt
him spread something cool and slick over my exposed asshole.  "Now this
is going to be nice," he said.  He finger-fucked me without any
hesitation or preparation; just plunged two of his fingers into my anus
and started to wiggle them around.  I moaned involuntarily in pain for a
moment before I regained my self-control; I did not want him to pump up
the gag any more.

At least his fingers knew what they were doing.  He went straight for my
prostate and began to massage it deftly.  It was clear that my pleasure
was not his intention, though, because very shortly he pulled out his
fingers and replaced them with his dick.  His full weight lowered over
me like a lead apron from an x-ray room, against my back, my legs, and
especially my ass, as he plunged his cock all the way into me.  His body
was hard all over and uncomfortably warm, especially his cock, filling
my ass with its heat and pressure.  For what seemed like a full minute
he just lay there, his hard-on inside me, his skin against mine in as
many places as he could manage.  Then he began to chew on the back of my
neck.  He varied from gentle nibbling and kissing, as if we were lovers,
to hard biting that made me groan and try to shake free of his teeth,
which only made the bite hurt worse.  At one point, when I was trying
particularly hard to escape his jaws, he gave the bulb of the inflatable
gag another squeeze and I nearly choked.  I fought with myself to lie
still for his abuse.

After a long time he began to move his hips, pulling out and pushing
back in again in slow, short strokes.  Immobilized as I was, I could
feel every millimeter of his motion.  His hot breath washed over my neck
as he ceased biting me.  Instead, he put his arms under mine and over
the back of my neck, pinning me in an uncomfortable and completely
unnecessary full nelson.  He gradually increased the length and speed of
his strokes, gliding in and out of my relaxing asshole with the full
length of his meat.

It felt indescribably good.  He took his time and I slowly grew more and
more distant from my body, washed over with wave after wave of
sensation.  When he finally started hitting me, I felt the blows not as
punishment but as reward.  He drove his fists into the muscles of my
back in rhythm with his fucking, and with each impact I soared a little
higher and farther.  I came, and I kept coming, my cock not even hard,
as his penis drummed against my prostate and kept drumming, wracking me
with pulsating stimulation, even as the pounding of his fists warmed my
entire back.  When he finally had his orgasm, he clenched his hands on
the muscles of my shoulders and squeezed, squeezed so hard I could feel
my skin bruising instantly under the pressure.  If his hands had been
around my neck instead he would have snapped my spine.

After coming, he dropped his full weight on top of me, his cock still in
my ass, and seemed to gradually fall asleep, again teasing the back of
my neck with his lips and teeth and tongue.  I also was soon asleep; the
next thing I knew, I was awake, untied, and unhooded, lying on my side
with HAZER curled up against my back, his massive arms clenched around
me.  I started to disentangle myself from him, but he pulled me back
hard against him.  "Hold still," he said, his voice slurred with
drowsiness.  "Go back to sleep."  We slept.