Page 48 of Ho Ho Homicidal Mania
The movements of the finger inside me make me press my cheek to the table. I’m in a world of my own where a dangerous killer is forcing me to submit, and there’s no other option for me but to give in.
“That’s it, open nice and wide for me. I do have a big cock. You need to be able to take it,” Nico rasps and presses his crotch to the side of my ass. He’s so hard in his jeans, and I know all too well how much stamina he has when I suck him. Will he last just as long when he pushes into my ass, or will he be too excited?
Shivers run down my back as he twists his finger inside me while rubbing my taint and balls as if he were trying to tease me until I truly can’t resist him.
“I can’t,” I say, shaking my head and imagining that hard dick against my hole. I imagine it spraying cum all over my ass, and then Nico’s big hands rubbing it into my skin, so not a dropis wasted.
“You ‘can’t’ what?” he asks, as if nothing of significance was happening. “You can’t be my sex toy?” His words are accompanied by the rasp of a zipper. The sound makes my ass clench on his fingers. “This feels like you want it.”
Snapping my head up, I attempt to throw him back, like a wild horse rejecting its first-ever rider, but my voice is stifled when he grabs my face, blocking my mouth, and pulls my head to his chest. “I might need to teach you a lesson after all.”
I try to protest, but three of his gloved fingers sink between my lips, letting me taste the red leather just as he twists another finger inside my ass. The stretch is a surprise, but I try to relax and accept the girth of two digits, which he’s determined to prepare me with.
“Oh fuck…” Nico groans. “It’s so hot to feel you squirm. I hope you do that when I’m balls-deep inside you.”
As if to make that clear to me, I sense his bare dick rubbing against my ass cheek. Hard, hot, pulsing flesh begging to come inside me. I’m not really putting up a fight, but his strong grip turns me on anyway. He’s showing me hecouldhold me in place. My cock bobs against the table, and every time it touchesanythingI drizzle pre-cum. I can sense drops of it cooling on my thighs already, but the sensation pales in comparison to Nico’s firm touch. It’s almost as if he has ten hands and is able to stroke me everywhere, because each press on my tongue, each slick thrust into my anus teases this unfamiliar sensation inside, magnifying it until I’m twisting my hips in anticipation. My skull is a pressure cooker about to explode, and I need more. Faster. But telling him this would have spoiled half the fun, so I do the opposite thing and attempt to climb onto the table, away from him.
Nico pulls out his fingers and grabs my leg to stop me. He laughs. “Oh! You’re ready to be my meal?”
I’m not sure what’s happening, too focused on the emptiness in my throbbing hole, and then he’s pulling on my leg, twisting until I fall to the tabletop, back first, my legs spread for him, my hard dick on show, and my whole body exposed.
Nico slides between my thighs, pressing his dick between my ass cheeks, and I see him in all his terrifying glory. Tight black T-shirt hugging his pecs and lean waist while showing off the muscular arms, pants open, and the balaclava hiding his features save for the intense eyes.
He makes a point of looking down at my crotch. “Looks like this turns you on. Does it, boy? Does it turn you on that I’m about to stuff you full of cock?”
I shake my head but my dick twitches, and I grab the other side of the table, trying to wrestle myself out of Nico’s grip. My efforts are for nothing, and he drags me even closer, until my ass is pressed to his groin, and he has me pinned.
What will he do to me now? Will it hurt? Will I like it?
So many questions spin through my head as he steadies himself, a dangerous monster who has no regard for my needs and wants, and will take me because he can.
“I’d handcuff you if I wasn’t so horny,” Nico rasps, and he doesn’t waste any more time. He lifts my legs to his shoulders, and I’m spread open for him. He runs one hand up my body, all the way to my neck, while he grabs his dick with the other and prods at my stretched hole with his cockhead.
My Adam’s apple bobs against his hand, and while I know the threat isn’t real (or is it?), my body is still frantic with adrenaline. Scared or excited? I might be asking myself that question until the end of my life, but the fact is that when his dick kisses my hole, it seems every nerve ending beyond the place where they meet goesdull. Nico’s saying something, but I can’t hear him over the thudding in my ears. When he pushes in, I can no longer breathe, and my head falls back as my muscles go rigid with panic. And still, despite the whine I let out in response to the sting, I don’t want him to pull out. I might be in pain now but already wantmore.
“Oh fuck… fuck…”
“That’s what I want…” Nico murmurs, pressing his dick in relentlessly. The long thrust is languid, controlled, and everything I’m not. “The look on your face when you take your first dick. Look at you… distressed mess, scared of how much you like to be mine.”
The breath in my throat is fire, and my eyes gloss over as they meet Nico’s. It’s heaven and hell all at once, and I know every word he says is true.
I want to be his. I’m a misguided boy who likes the danger of opening his legs for a killer, and I want him to do whatever he wishes to me.
I want to be scared as he pumps me full of cum.
I don’t stand a chance against his force, and by the time he bottoms out inside me, my body relaxes, accepting him as its master. The air is fragrant with the sharp essence of his lust, and I close my eyes, savoring it. “Not true. You’ll neverreallyhave me,” I challenge him, but my voice turns into a moan when he makes an unexpected jab with his hips, and somehow ends up entering me even deeper.
“You sure about that?” Nico rasps, folding me so that his balaclava-hidden face is just inches away from mine. “I’ll keep marking you until you understand that you’re mine.” He starts rocking his hips against my ass, and I don’t understand how it can cause me both discomfort and pleasure, but something about the painful intensity of the thrusts triggers a release of molten hot sensationthat soon spreads freely all over my abdomen and up my chest.
The desire bubbling up in my brain makes me relax enough to enjoy his thrusts. I see my legs on his shoulders, and it’s a reminder of how open to him I am, my own cock bobbing against my stomach, so very hard I can’t deny that I’m loving this moment, regardless of what lies spill from my lips.
Initially, I thought the soreness would be a necessary trade-off for the ecstasy accompanying it and the chance of offering my body to someone else, like I always wanted, but as my insides adjust to being penetrated, I’m treated to pure bliss.
The deep need I’ve experienced earlier somehow grows until I grab my thighs and hold them open while Nico saws into me. His cock makes a plunging sound each time it enters my hole, and I moan helplessly as I watch him assault me with his tool over and over. I should be embarrassed, I should hide my face and pretend it’s not me getting off to this imaginary scenario, but I like this way too much to deny myself.
Nico’s blue eyes shine as if he were the devil come to this world only to seduce and corrupt me, and I don’t think I ever craved anything more.
He’s holding my throat without squeezing as he changes the angle of his thrusts and makes them count. I let out a yelp in response to each, but don’t fight it. Sparks explode under my eyelids, because that has to be my prostate he’s teasing. I can’t imagine anything else inside me feeling like this. The pleasure floods my body in a new wave, filling my already tight balls and making me moan.
